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Recline
Contributed by
lisa99460
on
Tuesday, 4th January 2005 @ 11:46:40 PM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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I’m feeling confident in my words
And I begin to tell you how I feel
I begin to let it out and find with those three words
I come crashing down
You must always feel the need to stab me in the heart
And you say to me
“Please don’t tell me that.
Those words are so strong and deep.
And I’m not sure I can handle them.”
I’m just not strong enough to handle that.
You sweetly whisper that the time will be right
And everything will be just perfect and it will
all fall into place when the words drop from your lips
like the rain drops that fall on the window when we drive home
after a long night that has only assured me more that my words
could not be any more true.
They could not be any more true.
I don’t understand what more it takes
A simple response is needed to help me assure that
you too feel the bliss that I feel when we recline
the seats back and arise hours later at the same time as the sun
and it all falls into place but still those words do not fall from your lips.
“It’s harder for some people. I want it to be the right time
when I tell you.” you say to me.
I’m just not strong enough to handle that.
You sweetly whisper that the time will be right
And everything will be just perfect and it will
all fall into place when the words drop from your lips
like the rain drops that fall on the window when we drive home
after a long night that has only assured me more that my words
could not be any more true.
They could not be any more true.
I take my time. I take my pride I take my tongue and roll it back,
I let the words come washing out like a tidal wave, they pour out
“I love you. I could not be anymore sure. I just wish you could tell me.”
I hope to make you feel a sense of guilt.
I’m just not strong enough to handle that.
You sweetly whisper that the time will be right
And everything will be just perfect and it will
all fall into place when the words drop from your lips
and we pull up to my house and I open the door and you
you tell me to close it
in the midst of the confusion the rain suddenly starts to drop on the windows
and the words drop from your lips and crash
into my heart, and at that moment we recline our seats back
and I am rest knowing that you could not be anymore sure.
And the words could not be anymore true
they could not be anymore true.
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lisa99460
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2005-01-04 23:46:40]
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Re: Recline
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by travisk on
Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 10:35:09 PM AEST
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very nice repitition scheme
very nice poem
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