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The Many Ways that We Fall
I fell when I knew nothing of you.
I fell for mystery
I fell for leather sofas ,
and a beat up Malibu
I fell for you when I knew some of you.
I fell for blues music,
I fell for Daisy Buchanan,
and singing along sidewalks,
near benches in the sand.
I fell for you when I knew more of you.
I fell for you who walked through fire
I fell for the words that came out of your mouth
Words that I did not have yet,
and couldn’t say to anyone.
I fell when I knew all of you.
I fell for a kiss on a cold winter night.
I fell for the smell of cloves
And the Little Red-Haired Girl
I will fall again when I know the next you.
I will fall for children's laughter in the yard
And Saturday nights,
and an open-air balcony....
I will fall again.