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Wishing
The April breeze has gone away, it leaves us stumbling into the month of may. A silent move from one to another, patient vessels await darkened cover. So they can get back to where they once where happy. But my mood remains just as snappy.
I look for saintly in uneven times. Eating and drinking and writing rhymes. Will you turn up to save my life, or will I just continue on a road causing me strife.
A sigh that tells the gist of my story. There is no way this can end in glory. Take me away to a place I can lie, a new development only serves to make me cry.
If your reading this, but I know you won't bother. Because all these words do is cause you to suffer. Then take strength in the fact you got out in time, I'm sure you consider my being a crime.
I will keep back so I don't interfere but if I'm really honest I just wish you were here.
PS...the grammar could use
PS...the grammar could use some work, but the meaning of this is great...it may be worth reformatting too!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
"Ridin' high in April....shot
"Ridin' high in April....shot down in May" (~Frank Sinatra~).
Take life in stride...live in the moment is the message conveyed. I love this!! The way life should be lived!!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I love the last line.
I love the last line.