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The way to her house
The way to her house is covered with flowers;
They bloom as you silently walk through the night.
You step among daffodils counting the hours
Straight to her door, hypnotized by the light.
The way to her house is covered with guilt;
She gives you a kiss and pushes your back.
The road is well known and daffodils wilt
Squeezed by your feet as you make your way back.
The way to her house is covered with blame;
My curse has been written on all of the trees.
I rue her embraces, her lips and her name
That left me alone to crawl on my knees.
The way to her house is covered with trust;
I open the door believing your vows
And then in the darkness, guided by lust,
You make one more step on the way to her house.
