I love to write poetry, but have a hard time showing people. Sometimes I wander if others will get it. Give me your comments, good or bad. Thanks! |
I sit upon my lonely bench,
In the park watching wrens...
Why did you have to leave?
Why did you have to go...
Out one goes and in the next few come,
Then another follows and soon is done...
Everywhere I look I see your face
The memory of you is so hard to erase...
Do you know the lonely girl?
The lonely girl, the lonely girl...
Always the friend, never more, is living out life...
A girl has gotta have her dreams
Or she is nothing...
Beginning at my ankles caressing, meshing
I feel your fingers tickle at my calves...
I am there for you
When you need me...
Life would be nothing without you, so don't take it for granted. |
Life is the long swim before we resurface and take a breath. |