Pearl Jam - Better Man (acoustic)
Does she
When she
arrives home
Pause
To think of him
As the earnings come
Falling Golden hoops
Cascading pairs
Diminutive song
On n the dressers wood
Mirrors check clear
To insure
That the fleeting glimpse
Of the shadow
Is gone
At least for now
As she
Waits
In the pause
Thinks
Of the time
Of the touch
Searing savage
Like none else
Though there has been
So many touches since
Does she
When she
Slight pause
Reflect down
He was so young
But so was she
His touch progressing
Absorbing
Causing
Towards
Heat that summed so
Great a rising
From the surface
Of forbidden skin
Desperate
For the friction
Of her
Loves
Pleasing affirmation
Back when
Back then
In the day
In the rising cold
Does she miss
The welcoming warmth
The shelter
The acceptance
Of the one
Forced into exile
For committing
The most banal of all
In the modern day
The sin
Of speaking
Of being
Truth
Unabashed
The patter of feet
Dissolves away
The memory
That she
Would be
Frozen
For only a moment
That
Only returns
With each passing
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