Where you take me ...
I don't go back to that day you rolled up in disguise. I go to the soft love in your eyes. The gentle grin that loves to play, the memories of that memory's way. You don't take me to any place that I don't want to go, don't you know... Where you are, there must beauty show and be undone, again begun... And you take me so many times right back to where I'd be, if someone hadn't wrecked on me, if we had been what I said we should be... exactly the way we feel. Real. Always real and never touching... Sign in to see full entry.