Floating on an aria in my back sea
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As the seagulls in
Finding Nemo say: Mine :) |
I smile as I think, it doesn't get better than this
Unless, of course
It's like this
I sip timber inspiration from a cup of mistake making
A muse less decision to live a life I envy
You walk in all big and tall
Owning the place
You kick off your shoes
And put your feet up
Blissfully unaware
That you weren't
Invited
Baby, I love your way
You wind my clock never ticking
Yepping like you heard my story never told
I walk through walls
Did you know that?
I refuse to think I can't
Not a mirror reflecting
But a woman projecting
I'm defending endangered pleasures
Mine
© 2011 by Tammy Newman. All rights reserved.
A first draft inspired by way too many seemingly mismatched thoughts in my head. From people invading personal space, getting lost in a love, to making choices to live how you wish, to loving life and protecting it. I sing the line "Baby I love your way" to my cat all of the time. Garnet Rogers played at a venue last night and made an electric guitar sound like an underwater aria, his voice the timber of a ship floating along it.
