We’ve got our boots sitting on the porch

A scarf laying on the table

Life beating in every cell

Just hoping that we are able.

I’ve got a coat hanging up

In the closet of my room

Though I’m tenderly undressing a thought

Still growing within a womb.

Gloves laying on the table

Next to matches I don’t use

It’s a wonderful feeling, really

Him, as my muse.

I use none of the protection

To guard me from the pain

I’m not worried of getting hurt

I’m just afraid of the rain.

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