Happiness is a warm gun I've heard.
Also that **** is such a friendly word.
Two song references back to back.
Keeping my repetition on track.

Wordplay is fun, in fact it's a game.
Some would say that love is the same.
But those that feel that way are broken hearted.
Because the ones they loved have since departed.

My mind's grown stale from not writing in so long.
Forgetfulness truly lies within the ****.
So I'll refresh, and continue this little play on words.
Thoughts a flutter, like the exodus of birds.

So my dreams come to me, and I'll let them in.
I promise you that they aren't full of sin.
The biblical references will now end here.
And so will this poem, as it's conclusion has drawn near.