I wait for him, my stone
he makes me.
Tremble the fire against my skin
I will wait for him.
Rain drops and you are my eyes and my limbs
You draw me.
listen pathways done
he will see.
Locking your door and your heart and your fingers
resting them on your chin.
Cracking that smile but then
takes a while
Sometimes I can't see the wood for the trees
sometimes I can't hear the birds for the bees.
the birds and the bees
and the bees
Write me a letter for once,
sign it
say something, whatever
anything you like.
Answer me.
Your friend and lover.
I can't stop the leaves falling from those trees but
sometimes I can't see the love for the greed.
I can't show you how.
I can't see for looking
I can't see the wood for the trees.
I can't always say what I mean.
Your Friend and Lover.
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