there is a poetry workshop

going on behind closed doors

listenin to the lyrics

just to see your face.

though the walls felt like caving in

and i thought I wasn’t going to last,

there’s gotta be a way

to end this free fallin feel like nothin

summer time drunk song.

but like sunshine

drips in a little river shine,

i’d spend it hearing my name

for the very first time.

i’m in way too deep

surrendering into the completely

forever changed couldn’t let go

when ya wrapped me around

your every day

in every little thing ya do

in the gig that matters

wrappin me around your finger

with this workin tender heart deserter.





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