why does time grant the illusion
of innocence?
yesterday, sins.
last year, only missteps.
are we simply forgetful creatures?
or is this a gift.
so that we have some hope of
holding hands
again and again and again.
-lauren nicole
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why does time grant the illusion
of innocence?
yesterday, sins.
last year, only missteps.
are we simply forgetful creatures?
or is this a gift.
so that we have some hope of
holding hands
again and again and again.
-lauren nicole
you come from parents' wanton
a childhood rough and rotten
i come from wealth and beauty
untouched by work or duty
and oh, my love, my love.
and oh, my love, my love.
we both go down together.
i found you, a tattooed tramp
a dirty daughter from the labor camps
i laid you down in the grass of the clearing
you wept, but your soul was willing
and oh, my love. my love.
and oh, my love. my love.
we both go down together.
i've been hiding in your room
you've been standing alone in the dark
i could spell it out for you
but we're both scared to speak the truth
but what would you do for love?
yeah what would you do for love?
and what would you do for love?
i'd open my eyes for love.
we're made out of blood and rust
looking for someone to trust
without a fight
i think that you came too soon