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I forgot what it was like to be passionate-
to have heart-swept conversation
lightly drizzled in deluded decibels
pounding out directions for migraines later.
Tip-toed prints spotted floors
leading to the trashcan
where I left my breakfast today
after smelling you in my sheets again.
It's morning's like these
that I miss the me you fell in love with
and often plan to make a trip soon.
Maybe I'll even let you hold my hand when we arrive.
You remember the way back, right?
My memory has failed yet again
and we're making too many lefts.
There was never a margin for error,
but I swore the lines had blurred
when the gloves came off after the exam.
Maybe I didn't pass after all,
or maybe I was too caught up in the moment again.
I forgot what it was like to be passionate-
to have heart-swept conversation
lightly drizzled in deluded decibels
pounding out directions for migraines later
Tip-toed prints spotted floors
leading to the trashcan
where I left my breakfast today
after smelling you in my sheets again.
It's morning's like these
that I miss the me you fell in love with
and often plan to make a trip soon.
Maybe I'll even let you hold my hand when we arrive.
I forgot what it was like to be passionate-
to have heart-swept conversation
lightly drizzled on daily deluding this
ladies fancies, but what can you expect?
I forgot what it was like to be passionate,
to have heart swept conversation
lightly drizzled in pseudo-realism--
what's really real, really?
Tip-toed prints spotted floors
leading to the trashcan
where I left my breakfast today
after smelling you in my sheets again.
It's morning's like these
that I miss the me you fell in love with
and often plan to make a trip soon.
Maybe I'll even let you hold my hand when we arrive.