You can tell me when it's over, mmh
she doesnt decide when she wants to end things but the man does
You can tell me when it's over, mmh
she doesnt decide when she wants to end things but the man does
Ain't it funny rumors flyAnd I know you heard about me
nothing can be kept a secret about their past
o it's gonna be foreverOr it's gonna go down in flames
it could either end in marriage or they wont work out
Oh, my God, look at that faceYou look like my next mistake
the other person had a glow up and she wants to date him now
Nice to meet you, where you been?
finally meeting in person after not hearing in a while
I could show you incredible thingsMagic, madness, heaven, sin
like shes in a fantasy
Takes me home
implies that hes done with him
when we go crashing down, we come back every time
talking about how their relationship doesn't last but they always end up back together
I got that red lip classic thing that you like
she changes for his liking
that James Dean daydream look in your eye
talking about his look and she daydreams about him
And I should just tell you to leave 'cause IKnow exactly where it leads, but IWatch us go 'round and 'round each time
shes blinded by love and doesn't seem to be able to let go of their relationship even if it isnt working out
It's been a while since I have even heard from you
shes being avoided
burning flames or paradise
heaven or hell?
MidnightYou come and pick me up, no headlights
trying to sneak out of her house
I'd rather He said it for himself
trying to communicate with someone who doesnt want to
rabbit out of hiding, To please the yelping dogs.
using them as a form of entertainment
Good fences make good neighbors.’ Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder If I could put a notion in his head: ‘Why do they make good neighbors?
the neighbor prefers being alone while the writer wants to build a connection
He is all pine and I am apple orchard
implies they have nothing in common
doesn't love a wall,
people do not like separation
Mending
fixing something broken
Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan’t have lied
lost someone by lying to them?
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.
it was lost for the better
Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names
over time you lose more and lose it fast
I lost two cities, lovely ones.
had to move and leave behind her old life
the hour badly spent
time spent trying to find it?
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
losing is something everyone does
One Art
taking her two jobs, painter and writer into one
glass, move themselves with spotlight swiftness into the crevices— in and out, illuminating theturquoise sea
pollution from humans reflect the light off of glass in the ocean
Repeated evidence has proved that it can live on what can not revive
the oceans creature end up evolving to live in its harsh environment
marks of abuse
the way human pollute the ocean
cannot hide there for the submerged shafts of the sun,
hiding from humans
The Fish
might be her favorite animal?
slowly
trying to take as long as possible
No one ever thanked him.
under appreciated
who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well.
is trying to give him a good life
fearing the chronic angers of that house
has problems at home and would rather be asleep
cracked hands that ached from labor
provides for the kid even thought hes in pain
Sundays too my father got up early
sunday church, might be religous?
What did I know, what did I know of love’s austere and lonely offices?
no mother figure?
hitting the floor with a wild, headlong motion for the game he loved like a country and swiveling back to see an orange blur floating perfectly through the net.
game winning shot
until the guard finally lunges out
is upset so he lunges
moving together as brothers passing the ball between them without a dribble, without a single bounce hitting the hardwood
shows their chemistry together
scissoring past a flat-footed defender
unprepared defender
gathering the orange leather from the air like a cherished possession
the game is special to the player
who looks stunned and nailed to the floor in the wrong direction
is frozen in shock or surprised
A hook shot kisses the rim and hangs there, helplessly, but doesn’t drop,
Almost as if it was frozen in time?