- my fall
- November 29, 2008
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i remember driving home late at night in your car
too high, too much wine, the distance too far
we would stop in this secret spot only we knew
so young, a night in the backseat didnt feel cramped
oily rainbows streamed down the water spotted windowpane
as you softly loved me
perhaps i slept, maybe i just drifted
until i woke with blinking eyes to the rolling clouds
and filtered sunshine from high up above
stepping out to the feel of wet grass on my toes
holding me in your arms high up on that hill
it felt like i was finally home