I'm STILL a self confessing, self professing know-it-all, or so I think!

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Ooh you made me love you. Ooh you’ve got a way.

And you’re feelin’ like a part of you is dying
And you’re looking for the answer in her eyes

You lay your bets and then you pay the price
The things we do for love, the things we do for love

Birds fly high in the summer sky
And rest on the breeze
The same wind will take care of you and
We’ll build our house in the trees

… Your heart is on my sleeve


Happy V Day …

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and I know the pieces fit ’cause I watched them fall away

the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication

and I know the pieces fit ’cause I watched them tumble down
no fault none to blame it doesn’t mean I don’t desire
to point the finger blame the other watch the temple topple over
to bring the pieces back together rediscover communication

the poetry that comes from the squaring off between
and the circling is worth it
finding beauty in the dissonance

there was a time that the pieces fit but I watched them fall away
mildewed and smouldering strangled by our coveting
I’ve done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
doomed to crumble unless we grow and strengthen our communication

I know the pieces fit I know the pieces fit I know the pieces fit and I know the pieces fit