In The Backyard
Do I qualify for your attention?
Do I deserve this pleasure?
The only word I know for sure
That fits me is seclusion.
Why do your eyes listen
But don't know what it's been?
Why do your ears see
The ideal person I can be?
Why don't I feel exposed?
Is it your mouth, tightly closed,
Promising nothing will be alive
When I trade you for a life?
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