Forbearing

You didn’t think it would faze me
Throw out your dollar bills
Our arms are wide open
Taking in your delicate love
I forgot to ask how much this would cost us
How much was I willing to pay
You’re coming up short and it’s no surprise to me

Your powder smears on my cheek
The colors blossom out
Beautiful evening blues and rich wine
We’ve painted our stories
Across

There are no kisses to send you home with
There are no kisses to send you off
There is no kiss that hasn’t turned to ash

I feel the bones of your hands
Soft like powder between my fingers

You didn’t think it would faze me
Throw out your dollar bills
Our arms are wide open
Taking in your delicate love
I forgot to ask how much this would cost us
How much was I willing to pay
You’re coming up short and it’s no surprise to me

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