#44) The Spot

You are the spot I can’t wash away; the vigilant stain which streaks my day

With colors of warmth to vanquish the gray, that seeps from the shadows, and clouds up my way

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You are the moon, gentle and bright, who cradles the stars, and softens each night

I spend every dream reaching for you, and wish that you’ll never fade into blue

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You are the rain, soothing my skin, drenching my soul, sustaining my sin

I’ve drowned beneath you, again and again, while playing each game, I know I can’t win

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You are the sun, a furnace of heat–that burns though the lies, and trips up my feet

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You catch me before the ground and I meet; then tell me, so sure, I’m all yours to keep

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You are the love, I’ve waited to find; the one, only chain, I never shall mind

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You are the thing that eats up my time

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The permanent spot, which stays only mine

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