I’d travel the country
writing songs for you
if I thought for a minute
you’d see me in a diff’rent view.
Like an omen—you said,
you know how this feels.
How many rounds is it now?
so sick of cashing in on love’s bad deals.
I don’t blame you
for not wanting to read this sad story
—of innocence gone
consumed by doubt & buried in fury.
Confused & conflicted
again I’ve missed all the cues
falling face down—
struck by love’s clever muse.
You asked me once:
“You miss me? ”
Without a breath I let out:
“Your laugh—especially.”
Do you realize
—we’ve fooled each other?
Never have I been so broken
but Babe, I wouldn’t have bet on another.
There’s a forever that exists
when simplicity’s at heart—
a truth so honest and pure
I couldn’t help but fall for.
So I reluctantly agree:
we were not meant to be a ‘we.’
for you deserve a girl more auroral
than I could ever be.
A girl who shows you
the light amidst the dark
and paints in pastels
all the colors of Colorado in March.
all the colors of Colorado in March.
03/2005
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