I heard that you were feeling blue,
So here's a little poem for you:
I light up every time I see your smiling face,
You waltz through life with such grace.
I wish you could wrap you in paper and lace
and send you to a special place.
Where you and I could play the day away
Picnic and sing and I could say
"I love you" and we'd stay
Until we're both ready to face the day.
Although that place is just a dream,
despite all that, it would seem,
that from our heads can stream
just such a place that we will deem
Our place to be.
Just you and me.
And we'll go sailing out to sea.
Later, have a cup of tea.
No worries and no fears.
No stresses and no tears.
No anger and no jeers.
Just sunshine and wooden piers.
Although I can't see your face,
come meet me in our special place,
Our place to be.
Just you and me.
Our little haven by the sea.
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 3:37 PM UTC
You only live once.
It is truth, but the teenager’s dream methods of showing it are uncouth.
These recklessly foolish stunts
Should tell a sleuth, the frailty of life, and the stupidity of youth.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 2:36 PM UTC