Leave Yourself Within Arms Reach
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Ruined weekends find quick remedy in your phone call,
monotony replaced by nervousness,
cowardice replaced by strong squalls on the Mississippi,
I'm grateful for the fact that I put no thought into what I'm wore,
and haven't thought of how I haven't thought of it until now.
Sure my life and hair are both a mess,
and maybe you'll never run your hands through either,
but you've taken a chance to get within an arms reach,
giving me hope that I just might be hopeful.
We've got each other in common sense and all unfamiliar,
which offers attentive permission for all of our own qualities that we've let go unappreciated for far too long,
if you add closet shyness to loneliness does is equal some kind of circular reasoning?
or do we just need someone lead us out of this trench we've paced so deeply to validate these misplaced feelings.
I've been so busy not thinking about you that I have had little time for anything else,
but on occasion I do reinvent these devices,
comprised of nothing more than all the spare parts you've left behind that had been on permanent lend,
I didn't want them back because I had forgotten what they're for,
how to use them,
and you also, could no longer recall their function.
I still don't even know how to hold these that I've created,
but I've recently remembered how to flip a switch,
and now the rusty gears are turning and whirring,
followed by a burning sensation causing rapidly rising heat reminding me to move soon before I ignite.
Strike my match,
and compose whistling symphonies to fill all these previously impassable gaps,
disregard maps, advice, or instinct,
ask questions, speak openly, speak first and only secondly should you think,
leave your eyes open to meet mine,
introduce yourself to first impressions and find losses of time,
refreshing, like Mississippi squalls in October,
leave yourself within arms reach and help me remember why, when we were all young, we were in such a rush to be older.
monotony replaced by nervousness,
cowardice replaced by strong squalls on the Mississippi,
I'm grateful for the fact that I put no thought into what I'm wore,
and haven't thought of how I haven't thought of it until now.
Sure my life and hair are both a mess,
and maybe you'll never run your hands through either,
but you've taken a chance to get within an arms reach,
giving me hope that I just might be hopeful.
We've got each other in common sense and all unfamiliar,
which offers attentive permission for all of our own qualities that we've let go unappreciated for far too long,
if you add closet shyness to loneliness does is equal some kind of circular reasoning?
or do we just need someone lead us out of this trench we've paced so deeply to validate these misplaced feelings.
I've been so busy not thinking about you that I have had little time for anything else,
but on occasion I do reinvent these devices,
comprised of nothing more than all the spare parts you've left behind that had been on permanent lend,
I didn't want them back because I had forgotten what they're for,
how to use them,
and you also, could no longer recall their function.
I still don't even know how to hold these that I've created,
but I've recently remembered how to flip a switch,
and now the rusty gears are turning and whirring,
followed by a burning sensation causing rapidly rising heat reminding me to move soon before I ignite.
Strike my match,
and compose whistling symphonies to fill all these previously impassable gaps,
disregard maps, advice, or instinct,
ask questions, speak openly, speak first and only secondly should you think,
leave your eyes open to meet mine,
introduce yourself to first impressions and find losses of time,
refreshing, like Mississippi squalls in October,
leave yourself within arms reach and help me remember why, when we were all young, we were in such a rush to be older.
