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Dreams, dangerous.

Spending my time trying to memorize

every line you gave me so sweetly.

I ain't no pretender n' I ain't no big spender

but have to put up the cash n' believe to the last in the gift that I send her.

 

Dreams, they're dangerous things.

And their triggers' hairpins:

too much faith or too much stock

and they go off half-cocked.

 

They are all hope at first

but in short not what they were.

¡Que va!

Regardless, there's something to learn.

 

What was glimpsed in dark eyes

leaves me yearning inside, so fiercely.

I can't help but give in and see what she's seeing

and put up the time to move down this line and kiss her again.

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anthony-brautigan
28 / M / American
Published
Sep 14, 2015
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