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Thinking of You

I love the way the colors smell

In the morning drenched with dew

I hear the red birds song 

It's like I'm listening to you

and you're telling me that every thing's ok

and there's no need to worry

cause I'm gonna find my way

someday

Sometimes the sound my sorrow makes

is jagged cold upon my skin

cause I miss you and the time it takes

to return from the dark place where I've been

blows my patience all to hell

but only time will tell

yet nothing grows above you 

on that little spot of ground 

where all my countless selfish tear drops fell

You're memory still

won't shake this chill

I taste the front door view we shared

even in the rain

It reminds me of your kisses 

but the feeling's not the same

Now I love that sharp pain on the right

that often wakes me up at night

and reminds me I might see you real soon

and then we'll make love on the moon

sometimes out here in the world

I have to shake you off and bite my lip

I can't let them see my soul unfurled

when you touch me on the inside 

and I almost lose my grip

I thought I heard you laugh last night

just before you let me fall asleep

pretty soon you'll know that I can keep

all the promises I've made

all the best plans that we've layed 

Oh baby I can't wait

but I still love the way the colors smell

in the morning drenched with dew

and when I hear the Redbirds song

I feel like I'm listening to you

You tell me everything is gonna be 0K

and another day

is just another day

Copyright © Robbie Brusberg | Year Posted 2007

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