imagination can order chaos so i fell
for you because you were meant to be
a guide to myself or so i thought.
brilliant and naive as a student. tough as bark.
actually it was the eyes that had me.
trite i know yet the hackneyed phrase
still speaks the overworn path still leads
and a song you never learned to hate
still soothes over craterous wounds
that other people made on their
way to greatness or what they
supposed was a dream maybe,
even, their way of feeling
casually as warm as i did,
one night in your arms
July 4, 2013 by m4u
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