Ticonderoga

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Can I hold her by the waist 

before these words can be erased

And blown away?

Will she stay between the lines

or will she take down all the signs 

and lose her way.

Ticonderoga

Wears yellow dress

Ticonderoga

Got a green tattoo
and 
scribbles what she can’t confess

Will today be yesterday, 

will she make me go away

Like old dreams do?

She sharpens up the rest of us 

everyone can’t help but
trust her point of view.

Ticonderoga

Wears yellow dress

Ticonderoga

Got a green tattoo
and 
scribbles what she can’t confess

But sometimes when she’s all alone

inside some box, or by the phone

The pens and pads can ridicule,

like notes we wrote when still in school

Walking down the hall,
she awaits a call

then I take her body in my hand,

she shades a place for us to land

when we must fall.

She pencils in the best of me

then sketches all the rest of me

so I can call
Ticonderoga

Wears yellow dress

Ticonderoga

Got a green tattoo
and 
scribbles what she can’t confess

Ticonderoga