August 25, 2009

Damnit, Boy.

Every day was a step away
back from your name,
and here I find myself right back
where I started,
A sweet little choke on the letters
I forgot spelt your name.
Your song
Always struck a chord
A few levels deeper than I wanted it to.
Three words in and I’m back to where I started,
A hook right through me
every word
drawing me in.

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