Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Please hold me tight

While I sit and cry

And when I'm done

Kindly wipe my eyes

If you wouldn't mind

Leaving one tear behind

So I'll have something to

Remember this moment by
as far as yesterday goes
nothings the same
as it waits for today
to take it away

as far as yesterday goes
count out the change
offered tomorrow
no matter the day

as far as yesterday goes
it can not delay
what it will to lose
for tomorrows gain
monday comes in with a beating
tuesday opens awfully sore
wednesday knows
it's thursday's tow
once more

friday shows up for the party
saturday sleeps in late
sunday feels it's best
to take itself to rest
for when

monday comes in with a beating
tuesday opens awfully sore
wednesday knows
it's thursday's tow
once more

friday shows up for the party
saturday sleeps in late
sunday feels it's best
to take itself to rest
for when

monday comes in with a beating
tuesday opens awfully sore
wednesday knows
it's thursday's tow
once more

friday shows up for the party
saturday sleeps in late
sunday feels it's best
to take itself to rest
for when

monday comes in with a beating...
I could drag this on forever...
as do the weeks...
We were born into a song
Sing it still now that we've grown
The melody remains the same
Though the words have slightly changed

If you please, come sing with me
Mixing lives in harmony
Perfect pitch, tinder keys
As together we're all born to sing
While in life

Till you dearly depart

Count every blessing

With the beat of your heart
it was a good heart

filled with tenderness and love

till the world showed up
I joined a Haiku site and am very much enjoying it... Thought I'd share a few today.
she is an island

separated from it all

living paradise
I chanced upon Polly Wolly
Walking one day after school
Clearly without her doodle
Something she thought she'd never lose

She told me she had sat it down
As it was out of tune
And when doodles sound more like poodles
What else is there to do

So I took a hold of Polly
And led her by the hand
Downtown to the lost and found
Where all that's lost is left

She went on and on about her doodle
Like a long lost friend
She asked the lass behind the desk
If she'd ever see her doodle again

The lass asked the doodles color scheme
And how large it was in size
Seems people lose their doodles often
If not most all the time

When they handed her her doodle back
There really wasn't much to say
As Polly Wolly and her doodle
Waddled arm in arm merrily away
Next page