Sometimes thoughts get wishy
Washy too, I feel,
And they take a little more to
Get to you.
Believe me, I know some things,
We're sure of that
And you and I
Are something
Something borrowed
Something broken
Something taken
Something loved
It's a little more than love
It's understanding
It's being in exactly the same wrong place
At the horribly wrong time.
Don't miss me,
Don't weep
Your tears make me thirsty
Your dry mouth makes me smile.
So remember,
I will come round again
When the turns in the green country lanes
Grow just so.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC
Sometimes thoughts get wishy
Washy too, I feel,
And they take a little more to
Get to you.
Believe me, I know some things,
We're sure of that
And you and I
Are something
Something borrowed
Something broken
Something taken
Something loved
It's a little more than love
It's understanding
It's being in exactly the same wrong place
At the horribly wrong time.
Don't miss me,
Don't weep
Your tears make me thirsty
Your dry mouth makes me smile.
So remember,
I will come round again
When the turns in the green country lanes
Grow just so.
Something I just blurted out. It's an apology to all of you great poets out there. I haven't been reading (or writing) as many poems as I should have lately. I've been very busy, but I'll be back soon, my lovely poets.
