Wednesday, April 7, 2010

no match for you.

he teaches
and im slowly learning
to slow down
enjoy the ride

i get anxious
the confusion surrounds me
i begin to choke
but he stops to hold me

well he's got gentle fingers
and he's got soft skin
he's got a heart
that draws me in

but ive got scarred hands
and ive got rough lines
my heart yearns
for this lover of the times

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