The Wrong Shape For The Hole That's My Life
I'd love to integrate you into my life
But you clash so bad with the decor
I can't see you fitting inside my life
But every night I wind up outside your door
Clutching flowers, grabbing at dreams
Hope comes with sleep, sleep spins me off
I wake up feeling guilty for dreaming your touch
This hum-drum life, these boring friends
Compared to you, they can't compare
But right now I still feel your hand on my shoulder
And I can still remember how vivid I imagined
The words you whispered in my ear
Just wait, just wait
This is my life I'm asking me to change
I've gotta screw it up, force it to rearrange
I've gotta get you into my life
Any way I can (I think I can, I wish I can...)
2 comments:
wow, thats pretty much all i can say, lol, each of your poems is excellent, i wish i could write like you, thanks for the feedback also. Keep writing :)
lol, thanks Kelci. Well, actually, I'm lucky. I didn't really need to work on my writing. It comes naturally, which means that if I had to really work on it I'd probably be way too lazy and never write anything. Anyway, thanks again, and you're welcome.<8) I will keep writing, and I encourage you to do the same. Practice makes better than you were when you started!
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