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If I were a tumbleweed, I think I'd like for you to be the wind. I wouldn't mind if maybe, You'd just take me, and I could see the world upon your whim. But, I'm not a tumbleweed... I like to think I'm wild as the jungle. And you, Oh, precious you, would never dare to cage me, But tangle with me - Bloom and over-grow. Then together, we'd be rapturous and elusive. I know, I know, My disposition's fickle, love. But you've got my heart beating to your song. I'm still a bird, Whose only love is melody - And my wings are growing weary; I think I'd like to rest upon your branches.
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Mar 15, 2011
Mar 15, 2011 at 4:08 PM UTC
All my love poems sound like apologies...
If I were a tumbleweed, I think I'd like for you to be the wind. I wouldn't mind if maybe, You'd just take me, and I could see the world upon your whim. But, I'm not a tumbleweed... I like to think I'm wild as the jungle. And you, Oh, precious you, would never dare to cage me, But tangle with me - Bloom and over-grow. Then together, we'd be rapturous and elusive. I know, I know, My disposition's fickle, love. But you've got my heart beating to your song. I'm still a bird, Whose only love is melody - And my wings are growing weary; I think I'd like to rest upon your branches.
© March 14th, 2011 Moriah Jean For Bryant.
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moriah-jean
Mar 15, 2011
Mar 15, 2011 at 4:08 PM UTC
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