Poem (don't laugh)
I lie here and wonder
Why the old songs are the best,
When I am woken by the thunder
And the pounding in my breast.
I wish that life went slower
So I'd appreciate my time,
But then my thoughts take me lower
Until I wish that I could die.
Your words they lift me up
So I can almost touch the sky
Your love is like a drug
That makes me high.
I wish that I could show you
Exactly what you're worth
If it was mine to give you,
You'd have the earth
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Ok, I didn't say it was a good poem!
4 Comments:
i'ma get you high and play you some of my old songs one time kate.
the day is ending, the night descending,
the heart is frozen, the spirit dead;
but the moon is wending her way, attending
to other things that are left unsaid.
d.h.lawrence
i'ma get you high and play you some of my old songs one time kate.
the day is ending, the night descending,
the heart is frozen, the spirit dead;
but the moon is wending her way, attending
to other things that are left unsaid.
d.h.lawrence
Are your old songs so bad you have to be 'high' to listen to them or is it just because getting 'high' is cool
Erm excuse me mr or mrs anonymous 2. Be nice.
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