Back to Back We Faced Each Other

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    Back to Back We Faced Each Other

    Back To Back We Faced Each Other

    By Shericka Murphy

     

    I think the sun sets in his eyes

    I think he got wings and that sometimes he flies

    I hope he never dies.

    And He's so wise--

    I think love swims in his soul

    He said I make him whole

    Man love can really take a toll.

    I think he loves everything

    And I think the man can sing.

    Happiness is all he can bring.

    And I think the flowers grow cause' he plants them for me

    I think the waves rise because he swims in the sea

    And he can be hot and cold, just like tea.

    He aint' broke but the love he gives is free.

    The richest man I ever did know

    And The man moves with the smoothest flow

    And man he makes my love grow.

    And he makes fun of my big toe

    But he loves me though

    I know so--

    I also think the moon lights the earth cause' he told it to

    I think he's the reason why the cows go moo

    I think he's the reason why everything does what it do

    And I think he knew--

    That I loved him when he first came on the scene

    I think that's why he stays so clean

    You know what I mean

    He knows how to make me feel like a lady

    And he he never be actin' shady

    He didn't ask me to love him, he made me

    Cause' I think his heart is made of gold

    His bruises are new but his pain is old

    Or so I was told

    He took my flesh and he began to mold.

    I officially belong to him

    And we both love to love when the lights are dim

    And we don't care about them--

    Or what they have to say

    We do what we wish, and we wish what we may

    And it's okay--

    And we can sleep outside and be alright

    We can hold each other just as tight

    As the night--

    Falls around us, and we can hear his mother

    Yelling crazy things at his brother

    And back to back we faced each other.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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