A BILLION WAYS TO SAY THREE LITTLE WORDS


There must be so many ways to say the same exact thing
Like, take this offering I was commanded to deliver unto you from the Spring
And in the summer I shall say “take these my sweet”
As daisies rise from the ground to bless the finesse of your feet

There must be thousands of adjectives and numerous nouns
More words than there are tidy and tiny towns
Now let me say this in a different way to you
you will never find words birthed anew
You will seek yet never find a new way of what to say
When it’s so loudly defined by a willingness to pay
Are you bold enough to promise vows that you will one day keep?
Or will they, such as a corpse, be buried six feet deep?

How shall I react when she says three words so small yet so sacrosanct to me

Will her lips form each syllable clearly so that I might understand and let it be?
Well where is she already with her supposed proposal billions before have done and said?
Instead of my beloved the minister meandered closer and whispered the three wrong words, “your fiancé’s dead”
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