“Pure Joy” Even now when thinking ‘bout it, forever driving me nuts, reliving the trembling scene, far too many ifs ands or buts, oh ‘n what I coulda had happen, maybe if I only had the guts. Now the older I get the younger I wanna be, ‘specially when recollecting Joy, oh the joy that coulda been you ‘n me, you ‘n me, you ‘n me, yeah you ‘n me… Damn you were so beautiful, so damn pretty it hurt, young ‘n eager but insecure, so content to simply flirt, ‘stead of making a move, ‘n cashing in on pure pay dirt. Said the older I get the younger I wanna be, ‘specially when remembering Joy, oh the joy that woulda been you ‘n me, you ‘n me, you ‘n me, yeah you ‘n me… Golden skin with dark narrow eyes ‘n jet brown black hair, stepping into my room wearing them cut off Levi jeans, ‘n smashing my whole wide world to smithereens… Same old sweaty story I guess, just so young ‘n awkward, tongue tied ‘n dry mouthed, no recipe for the self-assured despite buckets of desire, dusted in the theater of the absurd. Said the older I get the younger I wanna be, ‘specially when recalling Joy, oh the joy that shoulda been you ‘n me, you ‘n me, you ‘n me, yeah you ‘n me… BRC © Sept/13
Posted on: Sat, 07 Sep 2013 05:03:00 +0000
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