Glove Box

How many days go by?
How many ways we cry
Out, face down, faced own...
Fears.
Years,
Hears
Tears.
Water flows near us.
Ebb tide clears us from the sands
And
Brings us to new lands.
Scared, scarred,
Work hard for monies spent.
Traumas stay, funnies went.
I just can't decide
If I should pursue you
Through
True
Blue
Or wed
Head
Left for dead.
Writin',
Rhymin',
Fightin',
I'm in...
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love
Glove box.