Hey love, I'm still coping (and hope you know it well)
Still plodding along, falling up those same hills
the ones you always believed I could climb.
I made it, and even though I wish I could drag you up
those same sights, and the same peaks, I know
that you will always wish me well - that simple heart spark never wont will die.
I'll love you and even though you wont know it,
the trees will not cry out for our greatness, the moon
will not share any more tears than usual.
Oh girl, to be so thin, and carved, and idle here with my black cat,
no I do not love her more than you, and if
you would have asked me to bow down, or toss her out
through the living room window I may have obliged.
You were worth the tops of ten, the loving now as then,
The little street light out there a burning, calling me onward, faltered.
I always knew you were worth it, and only struggle on with the sadness,
the fact that you were always ok with the leaving, that a heart
like mine could break again and again in the face of such strength.
You were the type who could give up, and move on, and
though I probably can't right now, I'll do my best
to limp on, and write often, and write well, and though
every small
Hey love, I'm still coping (and you know it well)
Still plodding along, falling up those same hills
the ones you always believed I could climb.
I made it, and even though I wish I could drag you up
those same sights, and the same peaks, I know
that you will always wish me well - that simple heart spark never wont will die.
I'll love you and even though you wont know it,
the trees will not cry out for our greatness, the moon
will not share any more tears than usual.
Oh girl, to be so thin, and carved, and idle here with my black cat,
no I do not love her more than you, and if
you would have asked me to bow down, or toss her out
through the living room window I may have obliged.
You were worth the tops of ten, the loving now as then,
The little street light out there a burning, calling me onward, faltered.
I always knew you were worth it, and only struggle on with the sadness,
the fact that you were always ok with the leaving, that a heart
like mine could break again and again in the face of such strength.
You were the type who could give up, and move on, and
though I probably can't right now, I'll do my best
to limp on, and write often, and write well, and though
every small word is just a small stone in the pocket that can weigh down,
I only meant it as a well wish, a time upon the sanscript.
My respect for you, it fell when you spoke of helping, then
walked away, forever, always walking onward.
Just a burden, and like Jesus showed you, you gotta leave for
just a little while only a simple time this forever.
In this awayness there isn't sadness, nor longing; only love
the same kind there was and ever yet shall be.
Take it, let it bode you well. word is just a small stone in the pocket that can weigh down,
I only meant it as a well wish, a time upon the sanscript.
My respect for you, it fell when you spoke of helping, then
walked away, forever, always walking onward.
Just a burden, and like Jesus showed you, you gotta leave for
just a little while only a simple time this forever.
In this awayness there isn't sadness, nor longing; only love
the same kind there was and ever yet shall be.
Take it, let it bode you well.
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