Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
Friday, June 24, 2011
Golden Years
I used to pull your words straight out of your mouth
And put them in my pockets
Ballast for my wandering mind
It made you laugh
With your eyes wide
Your hands in mine
As I gazed on
In wonder of your beautiful syllables.
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