I drive around in search for you, I sit and I wait for you to breeze through a door.
I picture you on all these empty faces, finding blues where there are none, placing tattooed feathers out the end of every left shirt sleeve.
How do you find one man in such a large and diverse town?
I lie down for him, but when I look at him....I see your blue eyes and I bite a tattoo on his left shoulder that's not there. It's your soft hands touching me not his.
Of the many places for us to meet again....my mind, my heart can only hope.
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