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on the stairs of love

by Chris Sorrenti


when i’m climbing the stairs of love
     and hear you call my name
i find that toy that makes me stumble
     lose my balance again

if you could hear what you sound like
     it’d turn you right around
maybe it’s wrong for me to complain
     but i don’t like falling down

i close one door and you will open it
     open it and you close it again
maybe i lack intelligence
     but just don’t understand

when i’m coming round the corner
     and see you round the bend
i find that crack that makes me stumble
     lose my footing again

if you could see what you look like
     it’d turn you right around
maybe it’s wrong for me to criticize
     but you still have time
to change your mind
     before i fall again

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06/25/2017

Posted on 06/25/2017
Copyright © 2019 Chris Sorrenti

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