Sometimes we love, but not in kisses or embraces
nor from touches or seeing faces
but rather, we feel, deep in our soul
through pictures, imagination, perspective and goals
Where no holds are barred and our spirit is our sword
and memories too painful can be revealed
the crickets are calling to lead you astray
if you find them near, they will take you away
Call it what you may, our will is strongly stated
regardless of the wrongs that we might have done
we vocalize all that is forbidden and severely hated
while the real sinners hide in their closets or lay out in the sun
If we illustrate pain, danger, and fear
to embellish the fiction with a bit of fact
it becomes a great read, a cool song, a new stranger
surely there can be no harm in that
When life’s mistakes can be illustrated
it can lead us to frightening good cheer
real life tv is too false to believe
embellishing someone else’s drama while we sip a beer
We will wake your soul and affect your instincts deep
arousing your senses until you have discovered you are weak
it can rescue you or take you to a deep dark place
or lead you to true love when describing a face
Take into account that not all words are true
that is the beauty of it, you know, the imagination of you
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