park on the eighthA Poem by heavvurwaking up in your arms on the eighth I know things just can't wait I'm ready to dance up a storm tryin' to fight off the social norm
we sing to each other tilly and the wall knowing we'll catch each other when we fall it's love I tell you, plain and simple it's a give and take, a push and pull
tap dancing to girls at night we live on without a single fight life is too short to be upset we take it seriously with this bet
fatally we love and crudely we shove out of hearts hate we just gotta find a mate.
we party until dawn and we sleep past the yawn this aint ever gonna be over not until I got me some clover.
just hum sweet tunes and play some runes we got tight harmonies and know where to put our keys
life isn't just some game we play love isn't something we put on display this is simple and this is right come on, just take me home tonight
the summer breeze cools our heat our fingers snap to the rhythms we beat our hearts are the percussion of our lives we just as busy as bees in those hives
riding shotgun in your car is where I belong it's a fact, I know I am not wrong. this is where I need to be forever, always, you with me.
the creek goes up to our knees everything sways carefully with the trees life is perfect in this moment you are my angel who has been sent
things start to transpose the water reaches our toes this starts to fade again, we have to wade.
my eyes open and I can't believe it this night was a dream, s**t. I don't want to move on but I gotta have some brawn
this night, I dream of you but I know it will never come true as much as I hope, I know I have to wait to lie in your arms, in the park, on the eighth. © 2010 heavvur |
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Added on February 24, 2010 Last Updated on April 12, 2010 AuthorheavvurVAAboutlet's see. i'm insane. :) i write poetry. i'm a musician, an actress, a dancer. i love jesus. my poetry is all inspired by actual events. i love the writing styles of emily dickinson and sylvia pl.. more..Writing
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