I kissed your blues away in the back seat of my pink Cadillac,
kept your secrets to myself,
and my love,
locked inside your daydreams while you were at war.
Summer had arrived,
and I had my mind on a white Christmas and a new existence,
wishing the world's kind gift of sweet minutes away,
until you came to my door,
with your wounds and your heartbreak.
Tomorrow will wait,
if I ask it nicely.
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