i can't get past this dish
a pasta dish served cold
i wish and wish
you'd break the mold
the patterns seemed to have been set
i lost the bet it seems
i go through reams of paper
boxing myself even further into the corner
i just want to hold her once
before the pumpkins are harvested
and i walk to work in the dark
and i walk home from work in the dark
i stopped her before we could even start
mumbling something about protecting her heart
spark
This is classic me around this time of the year. Give me space and grace. Peace out.
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