this one needs a great title...

...to set the scene.

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He leapt from the gutter, his scarf all aflutter
From the force of the midday wind.
The girl in the velvet coat pulled it from his throat
With a force that nearly made him spin.

She spoke not a word, just took his hand in hers
And stroked his wrist as they walked down the street.
And they both had a sigh and a wink in their eye
For anyone they happened to meet

And she wore her heart on her sleeve
And in his he held an ace
She was tired of being deceived
And he was tired of being replaced

He stood tall and proud, and his coat swept the ground
as he bent to pull out her chair
And when the coffee was gone, and he had to move on
She made it so easy to linger there

Her hair was a briar patch, his hand was an easy catch
And like that they lay for six days.
His hands roamed her curvature, he fell in love with her
And hoped their lives would travel parallel ways

She wore her heart on her sleeve
And in his he held an ace
She had a fool’s will to believe
And he had a fool’s heartless grace

Her hair smelled of cardamom, her heart was a vagabond,
Aching to be caught and kept
Her soul sought discoveries, her touch felt like falling leaves
And whenever she left him he wept

And under the gaslight, in the cool tender night,
They made an exchange of vow
She gave him her emerald ring, he gave her a song to sing
And that is the way they live now

And he wears her heart on his sleeve
And in hers she holds his ace
She is all that he needs
And to her he cannot be replaced


This is my newest baby. I wrote it at work during my lunch break after eating a FABULOUS fluffer-nutter sandwich. It's going to have its debut tonight at Hoghead McDunna's at the Guilt by Association Radio Acoustic showcase.

It's about wanting to be loved. And wanting to pin a little black heart on a boy's sleeve.