"Out Of The Woods On A Snowy Evening"

I’mma let you finish, but Robert Frost had the best woods of all time.

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by Robert Taylor Swifrost

Looking at it now, it all seems so simple.

We were lying on your couch, I remember.

You took a Polaroid of us

Then discovered (then discovered)

The rest of the world was black and white

But we were in screaming color.

And I remember thinking...

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

Looking at it now, last December

We were built to fall apart, then fall back together.

Your necklace hanging from my neck,

The night we couldn't quite forget

When we decided (we decided)

To move the furniture so we could dance

Baby, like we stood a chance

Two paper airplanes flying, flying, flying.

And I remember thinking...

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

Remember when you hit the brakes too soon?

Twenty stitches in the hospital room.

When you started crying, baby, I did, too

But when the sun came up, I was looking at you.

And I remember thinking...

Are we out of the woods yet?

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

I walked out and said, "I'm setting you free,"

But the monsters turned out to be just trees.

And when the sun came up, you were looking at me

Oh! I remember thinking...

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Are we out of the woods yet?

Are we out of the woods yet?

Are we out of the woods?

Are we in the clear yet?

Are we in the clear yet?

In the clear yet?

Good.