And it's love consequence
Always at risk of unraveling
Like the wasted opportunity
Of the perfect hour
And sticky, squeaky shoes
Echoing long past their power
Make it hard to sleep
Sometimes
"It's just perfect though
To have someone else's will.
A found puzzle piece, you know,
if you will...but even that can't save you."
We're cozy, no adverbs
Sitting with neglected silence
Until the sun comes up
Silently as it went
My shadow's worth wavers
And wonders where we're going next
"What a dangerous thing to do -
How dangerous the crossroads
Of the head and heart,"
Silently
Anyway - or, anyways -
Answers saunter, as always
In no sensible way
But for pride
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