Paradise, Paralyzed, Pair of Lies
Alone in this big house,
mow the lawn,
take a dip.
Paradise I always thought,
was a two person journey.,
not a one man trip.
For years and years I strove for the dream…
…only to get to this stream of never ending,
longing, stifling empty nights.
You saw me. You picked me from the flock.
The longing in my soul, paralyzed me at the dock.
Your appetites to stock, …so easy to clean my clock…
…with only two lies:
“I Love You.”
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