Oh,
There's
That
Hummingbird in a spring sunrise,
Should be no big surprise.
Flutter in a grand whiskey haze,
I'm fairly convinced it's just a vanity phase.
Everything happens by accidental grace.
And,
I
Suppose
I can't really ask for more,
When you draw me a roadmap to your front door.
Caitlin, you have my favourite name...
Pretty like violins and front porch swings.
I'm afraid you could drop me to my knees,
Like some Bible verse, or Sam Cooke song.
I'd be fine being perfectly wrong.
My
Eyes
Squint
While the morning strafes the ground.
I'll win you with a busted typewriter as sure as you breathe.
Nobody should underestimate me.
A threadbare lazy lean on the fence.
I'm spent.
See
How
Strong
All these winds are?
I won't be too far,
When you draw me a roadmap to your heart.
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