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everything strikes me
as somehow ironic
when you're around
I keep seeing myself
As somehow iconic
When you hold my hand
I want to kiss your wrists
One after the other
And I never cried, anyway
This love thing
Thing called love
Its like being close
And not thinking of it
The sky today struck me
With a new beauty, the sun
These clouds shaped like rabbit ears
For your sake, all of this
Came into being, or so I'd say
If I knew the words
To make it right, and so I'd sing
If I had the words
To make it stand out.
This thing, this love
Your shoulder on my chest
As we sleep, oh Jesus
I want to stay
I place my heart in your hand
In the glove compartment
Of your tidy red car
I want to read magazines
And laugh out loud with you
The shape of your hair, the touch
Of your hand, makes me shiver
Makes me want to cry
Sometimes
This love, this heart
I've lost sometimes
And I've been hurt
Enough times now
I just want to be happy
I just want you
Beside me, holding you
Late summer afternoon
The sun in your hair
As if you were an angel
As if I was really gonna live
This time.
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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