On the Banks Under a Bridge

Sunburn epidemic, the sun is out and going down.

Get out of the house and off of the couch.

 

I will still love you if you go.

Flesh tinted a red glow.

 

Thoughts you should know; we can move, change and grow.

 

We can live on our own.

Roam and moan.

 

And still love what we know.

Still be free from owned.

 

To and fro, ‘til dust and ash, why fuss, that negativity is just trash.

And if you must, you shall know, we have a warm weather lust.

Who wouldn’t, we have been living under ice, wet, cold, and snow.

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