Sometimes when I feel blue,
I like to sit and write
Just for a moment or two,
Knowing not what to say
I dawdle,
Gently passing on the day.
The words never quite align
To the continuous churning
Of my great design.
So I sit down and think
to equate this all
to ink.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
Sometimes when I feel blue,
I like to sit and write
Just for a moment or two,
Knowing not what to say
I dawdle,
Gently passing on the day.
The words never quite align
To the continuous churning
Of my great design.
So I sit down and think
to equate this all
to ink.
