I'll let my soul drift for awhile
let my spirit graze by strangers
my tears spout curiosity
until someone grabs my passing hand
holds my fingers to their face
and says
"tell me where this dream has been"
I'm going to let the hurt go for a bit
and let the wind blow my emotions
between the grass and leaves,
like a miracle you just missed.
I'll blink my eyes slowly,
inhaling the tastes of
passing ghosts.
I'm going to dance, with
vodka in my hand
and my playful heart
on top my lips.
I'll imagine a better yesterday
intertwining with a beautiful
tomorrow
I'm going to let go
ease my efforts
and wait for
him to come
to me.
I'll sing you
a love song
tonight.
goodbye.
















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