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Keep your options open Keep your self apart Clear out the reminders Never tie your heart But I could never follow Your truly sage advice I'd rather feel the feelings Though one must pay the price And though the speech was spoken And though we have last kissed And though the door has closed Leather still binds my wrist And though Xoxo is banished And though you learn the bass I still look at your picture Maori on your face And though the cost of loving us   Was more than we were able And though there is no fairy dust Your bowl will grace my table And though the first half gain And second half was loss Despite that wrong direction I still lean when I floss Though we talked without our hearts And only with our head Though I left not crying   Your smile still warms my bed And though you do not tiptoe So hearts are breast to breast Though you say valediction   Your compass claims my desk And though our love was lust   And though I am a mess A balloon hides in my closet And I am truly blessed
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
A Balloon Hides in My Closet
Keep your options open Keep your self apart Clear out the reminders Never tie your heart But I could never follow Your truly sage advice I'd rather feel the feelings Though one must pay the price And though the speech was spoken And though we have last kissed And though the door has closed Leather still binds my wrist And though Xoxo is banished And though you learn the bass I still look at your picture Maori on your face And though the cost of loving us   Was more than we were able And though there is no fairy dust Your bowl will grace my table And though the first half gain And second half was loss Despite that wrong direction I still lean when I floss Though we talked without our hearts And only with our head Though I left not crying   Your smile still warms my bed And though you do not tiptoe So hearts are breast to breast Though you say valediction   Your compass claims my desk And though our love was lust   And though I am a mess A balloon hides in my closet And I am truly blessed
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
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