Push & Pull, But I’ll Never Tell

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Push & pull, but I’ll never tell
Solitude of a lonely soul used
White cotton panties belie your secret
Within your mind we know the abused
Walk away onto the city sidewalk
Too intense for the middle of the day
Your lips part, but we’re not the same
I’ve forgotten what you were going to say

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She Was Telling Stories About Her Darker Creases

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She was telling stories about her darker creases
Seaside jaunts with a tireless string of boys
Social classifications leaving us feeling abused
Systematically wearing down a soul without any noise
Searching for fun in spite of former cuts & bruises
Sensations nearing proportions of hazy juvenile tales
Snapping to after another round of spirited friends
Sold on a notion even though our memory may fail
Sandy journeys bring us back to where we were lost
Still meandering around the area we remember most
Striking out to change the way our life unfolded
Stagnant when we finally return back from the coast