Perfect Stranger by russell dowsett
Every time I crawl past your door,
it's like sucking inspiration through a straw.
Sea-green eyes, porcelain face,
Sing a lullaby into empty space and I wonder why you disappeared from view.
Conversations on the wing,
scattered light in a golden ring.
Unrequited has a walk on part in the world of unemployed hearts,
I guess it's time for mine to join the queue.
But this obsession with a perfect stranger
Climb a mountain disregard the danger
it's not recommended and here's the awful truth,
moving on, it's the hardest thing to do.
It doesn't hurt, I feel no pain, I've been planting flowers in the rain.
With Bono, The Edge and me underneath the Joshua Tree singing,
" I can live with or without you."
Get a life, get over it, get a grip and murder it.
Imagination, fantasy, there are animals you mustn't feed.
Imagination lies inside your head.
Dylan's words seep into cracks and flow like blood onto the tracks.
"If you see her say hello" as feelings come and feelings go
you know that I am not that hard to find.
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