but if i cant feel it am i under
the sun's control?
maybe rays are reins of unrequited love
the days are gardens of ripe tomatoes
but see those alcohol bottles he just stained those
and maybe ill run back into jewel and abstain from
being a thief
only guilty of stealing
you, like plants
so i hope you can turn a new leaf in being
with me
do you see what im seeing
but the best part is i know
because you are the be in my being
the meadows are shady but even the people are
shadier than the darkest corner of the sun's embrace
she looked like she was ready for harvest
amid a field of cacti
she was a desert flower
catcher-in-the-rye, rarefied, samurai
her freckles are addictive
stupefied, dare-i-die, there i die
i see you with another guy i'd rather die
i hope he could hold you as close as i do
but i know that's impossible
no one has my crystal ball
they can't hold you as close as i do
and suddenly
it wasen't that the darkness wasen't present
it's that her presence presented an opportunity
to be more
and in the farmer's calloused hands
she would become something he would adore
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