I caught the happy virus last night
When I was out singing beneath the stars.
It is remarkably contagious--
So kiss me.
***
This is the kind of Friend
You are--
Without making me realize
My soul's anguished history,
You slip into my house at night,
And while I am sleeping,
You silently carry off
All my suffering and sordid past
In Your beautiful
Hands.
When I was out singing beneath the stars.
It is remarkably contagious--
So kiss me.
***
This is the kind of Friend
You are--
Without making me realize
My soul's anguished history,
You slip into my house at night,
And while I am sleeping,
You silently carry off
All my suffering and sordid past
In Your beautiful
Hands.
Damn, Brie. I'm just reading through all your work here and enjoying every bit. Beautiful stuff, even when you're expertly lifting/re-arranging Beatles songs (some of the lyrically best/most evocative, for sure) Bravo! :)
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