CarolinaA Poem by Corset
I've never known a ring, or took care of it.
She fears the black shoes, bow ties and tuxedos, the bible and the Cowgirl should be dancing with the comedy, it frames it doesn't it thumbs and forefingers in the passionate open, needles and splinters. I don't mind my own darkness, but I don't like someone elses, when the gardeners are still up at the crack of dawn.
You really should mount here, insert hell, and race us to the sunset, he's never known a ring, or took care of it.
But as I sigh at how little we know about real love, and trying to be on the right side of sundown, I hear the rain whisper to the hillside and the drum of my desire fills my ear and the green begins to sway...
"Carolina, I am on my way, I swear it."
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