Diner Words
Sitting
Sipping coffee
With skim
In
Some kind of love
Something has touched
The vacant places
I was sure
I'd closed up
Close calls
Called up
All those befores
That I swore were the ones
Pale against this day
Trail along in haste
Desperate
Dying
To be placed
In line
With what we call
Perfection
But the fog has lessened
And I see clear
Across fields
As loss yields
Meager returns
Eagerly spurned
But in all honest
Honestly lessons were learned
And this is definitely
Different
Sitting
Gently
On my heart
Spinning gold
Of the gray yarns
Stories that tell me
I have a chance
I can be part
Of something beautiful
Doing the most
With something
He says
Is luck past due
Maybe I'm hoping
It's true
Hoping he's right
Hoping he likes
Moments this simple
Minutes this bright
Blinding
Doubts that live inside
My ever nervous heart
Hoping we are
In
Some kind of something
Cause I feel
Like
It's big
Breathing on its own
Wanting like I'm wanting
Only
To live
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