all you sing

maybe we could agree to love each other
until we don't;
maybe tomorrow will make everything different
but it won't;
my needs and your pleas:
can't stay but I can't leave,
caught here in this rowdy
stardust rodeo,
with all your songs
playing on the radio,
and though I ought to
let you fall the rest of the way,
I also know I ought to
let you go,
before I get my hooks in you:
before you forget everything,
and I am all you sing,
and I am all you sing.



March 4, 2009.

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