Sunday, September 4, 2011

Comfort: A Rondeau


You’ll have to talk me down tonight,
I can take any more of this right
now, and it’s time, I swear it’s time.
I need you to help me climb
this mountain, and I was never good with height.

God, I hope it’s worth the site,
and, baby, you’ve got the might
to get to the top wouldn’t it be a crime
if I didn’t come with you?

Most likely it will be a tight
squeeze when we reach the cliff, so we’ll be quite
close, and I know I’m not at my prime
but you’ve got to hold me because I’m
seeing from here the clouds are so white
and I don’t know what to do.

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