Some Thoughts on Life Love and Pain
we‘re wound together
like brambles of a thorn bush
i will not wound you
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for a brief moment
our tumble in the hay loft
i’m falling for you
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my moth to your flame
scent of lust that you emit
might be pheromones
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she promised her love
on a lamb’s wool filled with fleas
i was fleeced on fleece
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i sang her love songs
rasping loud and out of tune
not a sound idea
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after the cloud burst
in clothes all wet and clingy
she burst into tears
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ink stamp on paper
this official document
does it seal our love
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once like an hour glass
now so much sand has drifted
more like a tumbler
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your love has wandered
I can fill that empty spot
until he returns
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in a still moment
i could instill in your heart
loving thoughts for me
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left for another
bring the pieces of your heart
i will comfort you
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with my silliness
am i the joy of your life
or just a sad clown
Wonderful! I am still chuckling from the, 'fleas, fleece, fleeced.'
ReplyDeleteHa.. not a sound idea... indeed .. Love that.
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