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Sitting here and I hear you.
by Ernest A MillerI sit here and hear
Bella Fleck picking his banjo
Turning #41 into so much more
That's what you do to my heart
Plug in your loving soul
And pick away until it is bleeding for you
Filled to bursting with beauty
From your smile so bright
Your skin so tantalizingly freckled and porcelain white
Oh! From thoughts of you every night
I miss you, being here is ok though my dear
Cause I get to sit here and hear
This beautiful music mixing with longing for you
Oh how it U-turns me from deep Blue Water in Iraq.
To oh goodness so wanting you.
I can't turn the volume up anymore..
Can you hear that beating at your door?
It's my heart my friend, turned on and up so loud
It's beating away, begging you for(ever) more.
09/01/2007 Author's Note: I will beg you not to go..
Posted on 09/01/2007
Copyright © 2025 Ernest A Miller
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