interpretation game

in my hand is yours
nearby the forest makes a smile
there is an ocean of love inside me for you
even if you have a tiny pool beginning to fill
running away from the same problems you had last year
playing for keeps but not playing with fire
rolling around town with a friendly few hours
either appoach the end or be saying hello
to the last day of uncontrolled inebriation
about that time you will let me be myself
tasting your kisses hours before they happen
it no longer matters who you are around
only you could get up and make the same mistakes today
not thinking about taking a second to ponder about it
giving it my everything is how i have always been
after the challenge is issued then let the games begin
maybe you will keep me around for a while
entire towns have less entertainment than you
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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