Justin Rutledge
through with you
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Iâve got a plan to sing you back home
To strike up the band and love you alone
Silver the stars
Golden the net
Your mind is a book
Your body a page
Your fingers are pools
Your beauty a cage
I carry you home
When after the rains
The hemlocks are wet
Heavy you weight on my mind
Like a prose that is frozen with rhyme
Iâve got a planâwhatever it takes
Iâll put on the movesâIâll put on the brakes
The curtains are drawn
The table is set
Hold on
Iâm not through with you yet