The river cuts through the earth,
the earth cradles the river.
Every boat on every river
was once a bridge,
(take me to the watery side)
and every bridge was once a tree,
(there are no anchors)
and every heart was once a child free from the misery of rivers.
(if I drown, I die)
Every sail
was once a wedding dress,
(if I love, I cry)
every motor was a dream,
(the risk we take)
a friend once told me
never ever fall in love with a poet
he'll eat your eyes at breakfast
have your heart cooked for lunch
and in the evening he'll listen
quietly your laments
while drinking a glass full of tears
your tears
now this shit might be true or not
one thing's for certain
i've since written some poems
and always been keeping an empty glass nearby
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