Firewood, flowers, food & fudge
by kevan-walledgrove
Lying in bed,
can't get you oughta my head.
rehashing the things i said,
wondering how it was read.
feel bad
if I made you sad
Feeling glad
for the times We had
Wonder why
I made you cry
Firewood, flowers, food and fudge
haven't seen you since,
but from my mind you will not budge.
Closed purple tulips of royalty
for My Grace
She shows them open totally
reddens my face
The stars we say are aligning,
just something about the timing
You seem so close
but yet so far
I often wonder where you are.
Are you there,
do you care
Its hard to share,
do I dare
At the screen I stare
Its tough to bare