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Before They All Burst Out
They said that love was for creepers. People who spend too much on booze and praise saxophone blues. Bodies aching for a warm touch- waltzing alone in a room filled with people. And love impairs your senses makes you see the best in people. It makes assholes look like heroes. And love lessens your concentration or intensifies it. She only noticed his limp after their fifth date. And he was infatuated by her lisp from the first day they met. And I'm not a poet, when it comes to expressing myself. So these words have stacked themselves to the ceiling of my mouth and I want to kiss you- gently and sweetly before they all burst out. I'm love drunk. and I slur and er at all the witnesses in this bar. And they said that love was overrated- and those three words were overstated. But here I am serenading you, my tears are bubbling in my champagne glass this New Year's eve. I now wear my heart on my sleeve A new cuff-link that beats and aches and bleeds whenever our hands meet. I've forgotten the burden of being alone and the pain of being stoned at home when it's two in the morning and no one calls. These words are all I can give you so kiss me slow and kiss me smooth before these words find a way to elude this crazy mind of mine.
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