I awaken
On your shoulder
Lost to the meaning of this
Gesture
Who am I
To you
Who is that
Girl
Your skin
Soft
On the rough
Angles of my face
I have missed this
More than what you
Know
More than what you
Will ever know about
You are a righty
But then again
So am I
A singer
A musician
An artist
A dramatic being
So many likenesses
But it is far too hard...
For both of us
Always
So many flaws
So many issues
Ropes between us
Chains on my ankles
A knife in my gut
Your hand
Soft on mine
A beacon in the darkness
A comfort
Another question to ponder
Another problem to solve
I love you
I do...
So much baby.
But why the **** did you bring me back?
Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 11:41 PM UTC
I awaken
On your shoulder
Lost to the meaning of this
Gesture
Who am I
To you
Who is that
Girl
Your skin
Soft
On the rough
Angles of my face
I have missed this
More than what you
Know
More than what you
Will ever know about
You are a righty
But then again
So am I
A singer
A musician
An artist
A dramatic being
So many likenesses
But it is far too hard...
For both of us
Always
So many flaws
So many issues
Ropes between us
Chains on my ankles
A knife in my gut
Your hand
Soft on mine
A beacon in the darkness
A comfort
Another question to ponder
Another problem to solve
I love you
I do...
So much baby.
But why the **** did you bring me back?
Wonderful title thought up by Glenn McCrary.
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