Like A Country Song

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I want to be loved

like a country song.


I want to be loved like 

sleeping would be hard without me to hold.


I want to be loved like

a sweet guitar solo and a soft drumming background.


I want to be loved like

a floor creaking, 2AM, tip - toe dance around the kitchen.


I want to be loved like

a hazy neon sign that buzzes through the night.


I want to be loved like

a stiff whiskey.


I want to be loved like

Sunday lunch at mamas' house.


I want to be loved like

painting the kitchen together in droplet harmony.


I want to be loved like

a picket fence and long farm lands.


I want to be loved like

summer rain and dirty boots.


I want to be loved like

a wild, free breeze with the windows down.


I want to be loved like

midnight stars on the last night of summer.


I want to be loved like

an open road going nowhere.


I want to be loved like

a room full of people with just me in it.


I want to be loved like

midnight air and 'questionable' adventures.


I want passion and beauty and

reckless freedom.


I want to be loved like

a country song.


{ 2021 }

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