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Womb to Tomb 10/28/15

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by Headblenders

by Headblenders

If I loved you from womb to tomb,

What a happy life we'd spend.

Year by year by century

In ensemble from beginning to end.

But I was born a bloody mass,

Alone and bawling blue

And stayed that way for thirteen years,

Pining for the unknowable you.

If I loved you from rave to grave,

You know that we'd have fun.

Chance, we'd dance in lights more golden than your eyes

Until the day we were done.

But you don't dance with two left feet

And we're too young for the club,

But young means we can spend awhile

In our highschool sweetheart love.

If I loved you from play to gray,

To life support from bruisy knees,

And knew no home from the one of our own,

It would be as if in a dream.

But I've already grown into my grace

And we're not children anymore,

Though

The two of us still have growing to do--

What good is growing for?

I won't love you from birth to the dirt,

Or from my first breath to death.

If the time now is all we've got,

Making it matter couldn't hurt.

10/28/15.