She doesn't have the explain sad eyes while perusing the aisles of life
I understand flipping through old outfits lacking self definition
Turning away as her eyes glisten
Both of us stuck in consumer chaos
Offering discounts to my soul on behalf of my loss.
Away from it all is where you can find me
With the last bit of strength I pulled you from the crowd
But nowadays I wait for you to call
Hoping you finally found that dress
And to whisper words to remind you..
I still write poetry in this three piece suit
And you still know how it looks crumbled in the corner of the room
Away from it all
Find me in the back lane behind the marching band
When the cymbals clashed and the crowd roared
And the sky flashed with celebration
I want one more moment
But those eyes so wide and bright with excitement
Can't help but hope you find love
Away from it all.
-Dev
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