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Back to Basics
Here I try to use some rationale
To bring the night abound
Decipher us within its context
Bring the building blocks around.
Oh, but you're a tetherball of passion
Making loops around my mental poles
To curl me up inside
Your little world.
And I can't hide the flare inside
When we play ball.
And toss around all our emotions
Back and forth
With such resolve.
And how it gathers dirt,
Mud,
When it rolls around
Adding unique blends
Of all our basic passions.
How we soon unfasten.
Disassemble all the magic
To its roots.
For, what more is a kiss
Than two smiles joined together
For a moment?
And what more is Time
Than little second-fractions
That we group together
Just to say we owned it
For the worse
And for the better?
And what the hell are worries
If not misinterpretation
Of the allegories
That we craft
When trying to pen stories
About you and I?
So what more is a touch
Than just a way
To desperately portray
The heated words
We crave so much
Through merging skin?
What is anything then?
I don't know.
But here I go.
Confessing all my dark desires
To the night
With cheap philosophies
And questions about what could possibly make up
The things we love.
Hmmm...
Here I go
Not caring if I'm right or wrong -
Or whether if I know the words that make this verse
So long as we can hum along.
