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Hurricanes and Wax Wings
I call you Love with the inflection
Of a hollow, empty question
I pull you near, with the fear
You'll veer the other direction
I lay my trust on the table
like a risky poker hand
Knowing if I lose, We disappear,
like footsteps in wet sand
But see, I thought the storms we swallowed
Boomed in matching time
We could hear them- chest-to-chest,
It's almost like they rhymed
But what you didn't tell me, lover
when my tornadoes went and came
That what was living inside of you
Was more kin to a hurricane
And so I clung to a deep-root tree
that was my fear and doubt
While you flung your icy rain on me
And tried to keep me out
No one told me about love; or rather
I did my best not to listen
'Cuz when I eyed my feeble glow,
Other girls, they seemed to glisten
I told myself "It doesn't matter,
that's what tough skin is for"
But along you came, sweet words of praise
I didn't need much more
We raced over the others
Faster than I ever thought we could
And soon I came to realize
We forgot "I will" and "We should"
I looked up at the blazing sun
that was melting my wax wings
You float like a bird, I fell like a stone
Guess you're better at these things
But I heard you shout, as you kept afloat
A new storm is due next year
So I'll lick my wounds and I'll mend my bones..
I'll be ready next time, my dear.
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