I've been writing poetry ever since I can remember and I remember clearly that I wrote my best stuff when I was depressed or upset. I guess it was a form of therapy or a release and kind of like a journal or diary to me back then and now it's a comforting past-time, when I have time. |
I love you because...
I love the way our bodies fit...
You're not the first
Surely not the last...
If I could find
The man for me...
Today you made me realize
Just how dumb I've been...
If I could write a song about you
I would write it in greens and blues...
I met a guy from Georgia
A very good friend indeed...
If I could write a song about you
I would write it in greens and blues...
And so it goes
As it gently flows...
Wouldn't it be nice
If we could stay as nice...
I look into your eyes of blue
The ones that you said were icey...