i would live on a place
where all the roads are water
and i would be a paddle
peddler of wares
that come from the sea

i would trade in fresh
water a commodity
and take with friends
galanal tea

i would be busy
as could be, by day
and at night sleep
in the shade of a
tottentot tree
it's perfume
would be
a balm to me

that is what
i want to be
on days  i don't
want to be me

If love is an artform
We were the artists
A turkey is done
An artist is finished
Final like chloroform
That is, not very
But I am done with you
Am I really done
Short answer: no

The long answer is
I'll never be done
Not with you nor
With my art
I'll always drift
Back to you but the
Thing is you'll just
Drift right along

So no, done is not
The word for
You and I for
You are done
With me but I am
Finished with you

I don't care what you write
You might be the worlds greatest litary artist
You might be the worst
But it doesn't matter to me
All thats matters is that you write
Words are precious symbols of us
But none are more precious than your words