a three hour drive comes after that
the drive I think will do me good
there's this stuff I need to do
some lists to make in mind...
I'm thinking about things that just won't work
start over again with things that should
a profile of all I have to offer
the loving traits held in this coffer
a perfect match with someone not blind
to the intricacies that they will find
gonna bury the ones not built to last
their heart encumbered or in the wrong place
their soul not free, or without love to give
don't look here, that ship has sailed
I want it all and I deserve more
before I reopen my heart's door
this time, I know, it's going to work
roll up my sleeves, dust off the dirt
I know just what I need to do
I'm going to give it all it's true
this time they need to invest
before I do all the rest
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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