Now I am dancing.
Now I am back.
Back at our standard
Back in our hour
Where we danced
Like it was the end of our movie.
Where you danced
Like it was the end of our movie.
Where we danced
Like it was the end of our movie.
Life was her movie and it was only
Thirty-two years long
Life is a movie and it’s only so many years long.
So by ALL MEANS, SCREAM.
3 thousand times
Less the hair on
A woman’s body.
More the love she will have for her
First born, second born,
Third, fourth, and beyond this
Greater than he length of this,
The Last Night.
Colder than I am when
When my nerves take their rest
Rest their break, break they do.
When my doors slam then close.
One more inch of snowfall
Left behind then each day. And hereafter,
Glad to escape these red dead eyes
Making sure they lead with their Sharp
Side.
My shoulders jolt and I scream for my Darling—
Wondering, how long will this one be?
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