Swings and Roundabouts and All That

I’m running through my day
So what have I missed
Running through me is your daily stage
Have I missed your kiss
I’m wearing a crinoline petticoat
Is my kiss on your list
talking to my computer’s camera
This is how it is
does your kiss miss me
The computer’s lens watching
Feeling like kissing
wearing an underskirt made of crinoline
do you still feel empty
Acting ain’t bold
So what have I missed
Sheep live in folds
Have we missed our kiss
Truth be told
Are we done kissing
Leavers follow roads
Do your lips crave me
I can’t make a promise to my self, you or the wind
Is this that empty feeling
Where I start lying is when I start promising again
Maybe it’s you I’m missing
Running through me is your daily stage
Anything else important I missed
The computer’s lens watching me wearing an underskirt made of crinoline is an anaphora
Did you like when we kissed
Sheep live in folds
So you still wanna kiss
Leavers follow roads
I’m still the best at it
Where I start lying is when I start promising again
Hoping your lips crave my filthy kiss
I’m running through my day
So what have I missed


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