Harsh winter blows on the side of the road, but you find me
tough leather skin that rebuffs the wind, but you find me
you found me and no one was told
She touched my hair and told me that I was absurd,
said that freedoms not for those with spoken word,
He was hiding when they swore no one was home,
but they knock on the walls and ask you how much you know.
You know
Tri-colored floors that shine in pastels, but you find me
rubber neck skin dance again and again, but you find me
You liken your body to that of a carousel,
and lick the stains from your shirt so no one can tell
He slapped my face and said- Girl you're not a ghost,
patted his lap and said- Baby who loves you the most.
The most
He choked my wrist and said -Gee, you seem like fun
meet me dreams where we shine like the sun,
parted his lips with one, lasting regret
outlined my jaw with his lit cigarette.
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