A silly word again

[Horton-Scorton]

Don't mess around with things like love
Stick to things like copper, dove
And, Things that you can measure brother
Silver and gold you can melt; plus others,
You list them now September/s / mother

Day by day the brow is (arched out)
Inside the head comes a (mole of doubt)
Spoils, the mole, all the bright green garden!!!
The digging paws tugged out and starting
I see your face and eyes,
yes and they're / departing

Now remember who's my little one
Who fed me best?
Who touched and smiled best of all
And when they did,
It was for me

So that I would smile too

But look lost lover!
Don't touch the object
It is a sun, flaming
It brings you life: plain
It burns you hard, long
Simple questions want to come out
And not be ignored cuz
They're simple
Like ...
Real? Was it real?

Where does love go for its good ceaseless sleep
Where are the feelings that flaked
I witness traces, absolute traces of that...
Spark, the spark
And it is so sad, babyyyyyyyyyyy

Say it like we did


I know its a silly word
Again
Like before
We met
At
All