my
lips
haven't kissed
in
a
thousand weeks
love not seen for a thousand weeks
I'm waitin' for the one
that has to be won over, by a game played
in
a
thousand ways, in a thousand years
will it cut my tears
tears
cut in a thousand ways
she has a lot to explain, why she's here
after all those years
my
woman, who came
to
unburden my days
in a thousand ways, to make up for the waste
she couldn't explain
gave
me back the taste
how lovers play their games
their games of pretence, their games
of
genuine suspense
(c) JR. eightees
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