"Half Sheet Hoxie"
"Half Sheet Hoxie"
Have you ever loved someone so much,
You just had to kiss the top of their back?
That,
the way they shifted in their chair,
Were tectonic plates,
Deciding the century.
We ended up kicking rubble around an empty ballroom;
Nothing left.
You, holding a ball made of stone and a medieval morning star.
We hadn't spoken in years,
And I knew it,
I had to go to you!
Walk into to the room next to the room I had been waiting in,
And hold you.
The beauty of the tender part of your back.
The brokenness that fell around us.
And I held you as we wept.
There is nothing as tender,
as the top of your back.
"Half Sheet Hoxie"
Have you ever loved someone so much,
You just had to kiss the top of their back?
That,
the way they shifted in their chair,
Were tectonic plates,
Deciding the century.
We ended up kicking rubble around an empty ballroom;
Nothing left.
You, holding a ball made of stone and a medieval morning star.
We hadn't spoken in years,
And I knew it,
I had to go to you!
Walk into to the room next to the room I had been waiting in,
And hold you.
The beauty of the tender part of your back.
The brokenness that fell around us.
And I held you as we wept.
There is nothing as tender,
as the top of your back.
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