By Cire Nehtrow
Date: 2012 Oct 03
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Sacrifice

Too close to the real thing, run away, run away
I said I would stay and you said "what's the pay"
Run away, run away, coquettish dear
Run away out of fear, out of fear, out of fear.

Fear of real love, real relationship
Fear of sacrifice and opening your heart
Opening yourself to real love and hip
Run from opening you up to that part

That soft part of you that might get hurt
That part that might get what you want
That part that yearns to be so curt
That can risk that part that font

That heart that yearns for perfection
For illusory giving without taking
For impossible, intractable election
The love you could be making.

So much easier to be alone with your bones
Your dreams of giving nothing but alms
Of receiving everything for tomes and loans
Of getting but not giving your arms.