whatever whatever song

For once I’d like to offer a love song,
beautiful reds and yellows in tune
fecund greens and delicious sky clouds
instead of the dejected sounds of loneliness
For once I’d like to bow to the greatness of feelings
with warm fuzzy memories inside
wrapped up in cuddles and bunnies with roses in their ears
instead of motheaten mongrel cynicism
For once I’d [...]

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For once I’d like to bow to the greatness of feelings

with warm fuzzy memories inside

wrapped up in cuddles and bunnies with roses in their ears

instead of motheaten mongrel cynicism

For once I’d like you to convince me I am wrong

that all the ice is just frozen water not splintered hearts

and the signs in the horizon do not spell doom

and surely none of this self-fulfilling prophecy.

 

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