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Taste The Word Comfortable
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2005 Our hands fit a perfect alignment
The knuckles love the grasp of familiarity
Two sides of eye level viewed mountains
Conjoined to make ten elevations
Feels too familiar to ever let you go
Your lips hold mine, our eyes closed
Lashes linked cheek to cheek
Making both of us to one
I belong to you
Sugar with lemons
Make it taste better
You belong to me
A current without an ocean
Would never be real
Taste the word comfortable
Let it melt in a layer of romance
You can taste a word for moments
And overdose in little time
But true love can set on your tongue
If time comes between us
I’ll wait for you here
Cause the traffic lights at night
Never looked so clear
Green. We're all out like patio chairs at parties
Yellow. Slow down. Tomorrows food won’t look so good.
Red. Stop. "Never show me twirling girls
cart wheeling at a soccer game.
Never show me red shoes.
Or certain dolls that look like you.
Never show me the pretty..."
But red is a color and
Not some other conformity.
