Black ice paints the forlorn roads Smiles fade as tires slow Sitting in a bar, alone I have nowhere else to go Poetic words born from rum Napkin wrapped around old gum I revere a gentle strum Unable to see who from A familiar face across the bar A smile holds his mouth ajar Beside him shines a golden star I ask them who and how they are We drink, we laugh and we talk The bartender points to the clock It's time to go, we have lost The right to drive, now we walk
I love your eyes But, not for their color Not for their shape Or the way that they flutter Those peaceful, warm eyes Are not loved for their style I don't love them because They go perfect with your smile I don't love them for their placement Although, they are just right I promise I don't love them In the way you think I might I love your soft eyes Because they're one of a kind Their lovely blue hue Sends shivers down my spine They hold a heater to my heart A feather to my neck They paint my cheeks reds And take away my breath They show me a world Where a midwest tree Can be as beautiful as A mountain or the sea They warm my Winters And cool my Summers Their presence is calming Their absence; a bummer I can't explain the difference Or this new, weird feeling It's a refreshing change If you know what I mean Those eyes, plus that smile Like a sun below 2 skies They are different from the rest I'm going to figure out why
Give it time Don't share it loud Know their all Before you're proud Burn the pedestal Blow out the flame All you know Are words and a name Experiences Will give you clarity The good ones are Quite the rarity Don't give so much To one you just met For if they leave You're left with debt Don't dig so deep Quit fanticizing Don't go blind Romanticizing
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