Picture of a Metaphor

Sun, 06/30/2013 - 13:29 -- TuckerB

You’re a picture of metaphor

Heaven itself knocks at your front door

Everything you touch comes back for more

And the seas churn to get ashore

 

Just to get a drink out of your outstretched hand

Mountains may move at your command

Just to see your smile again

That smile too great for any man

 

Oh, I don’t know what else I can do

When the taste of you goes down so smooth

And you’re beautiful in everything you do

I just want to learn your moves

 

You’re an old man’s sigh before his death

A picture of a newborn’s first breath

You leave like the taillights I try to catch

Blurring the lines that I try to sketch

 

On a summer’s day and the fish are gone

You keep the wind blowing still as strong

Singing to you it’s never ending song

You can never make it feel as wrong

 

 

Oh, I don’t know what else I can do

When the taste of you goes down so smooth

And you’re beautiful in everything you do

I just want to learn your moves

 

And I, yes and I, will love you to my dying day

Make my whitest white, blackest black, turn into grey

You leave me speechless, but I, oh well I, still can only say

That you make me perfect in any way

 

Oh, I don’t know what else I can do

When the taste of you goes down so smooth

And you’re beautiful in everything you do

I just want to learn your moves

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