I want to be held in
The highest regard of
A hammock that swings
In the heart strings of
Someone who will not
Stop pushing and gets into
The hanging that rocks and
Carries us both into the
Reality that this can work out
Even if it hurts or gets a
Little twisted - time, effort and
Honesty will do the trick and
We can live happily-ever-after
Even with little pains in the neck
From laying in the sag on
Top of each others dreams
Rocking and rolling back and
Forth rhythmically.
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