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.
