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Law, by #BDF

5 Dec

johnny pretends he’s a thug and he don’t sweat the rain,
a cold brando grin sips a bottle of gin and he knows he’s just feedin’ his pain
he’s a night singing soldier, absent without leave again
his cigarette hangs with the purposeful poise of a pool que that knocks ’em all in
and sometimes a love is a cold one way street
littered with losses and red light defeat
but it leads you on home to a haven where lovers withdraw
and sometimes we follow a love like we follow a law
hope cries, 11th and Pine, come a 4 am drone
by the wet freeway roar, on a steamy top floor, she breathes out a heartaching moan
her jasmine perfume is a cloud, ’round her glitterpink frown
her fists pull her hair, shoot up into the air, like a cowgirl in a sunset showdown
and sometimes a love is an infinite road
and each warning sign’s an unbreakable code
and bound to the byway, we push the last limit we saw
and sometimes we follow a love like we follow a law
hope’s in a hands and knees crawl to the knocking door toll
it swings open wide, johnny saunters inside, with the thrill of a dice players roll
a forgiving amnesia that flees you away from all pain
into his arms and his “made for her” charms, love, abiding in each once again
and sometimes a love is a cold one way street
littered with losses and red light defeat
but it leads you on home to a haven where lovers withdraw
and sometimes a love is an infinite road
and each warning sign’s an unbreakable code
and bound to the byway, we push the last limit we saw
and sometimes we follow a love like we follow a law

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