david138

Thoughts from the cockheart, I mean heart.

Where has she gone?
That poem, that song
Personified in the form of a beautiful woman?

There is something here,
Not right now.
What are you looking for?
Is it worth searching,
With such little time left?
Why is there an effort?
Is that what makes it so cheap?
She sees it coming for miles,
So its NOT sincere
Just a story.

She has seen them come in all their glory.
Theyve all left stripped of their wolves clothing
Silly Sheep

Seriously, where are you going to go? In what car?
You cant give her anything that someone can
That
Much
Greater
There is nothing she cant give herself
Just forget it.
Messages will be erased.
So will your face in a matter of weeks.

There really isnt time
Come to think of it
What were you thinking?
I dont even know that I was.
Nothing will come of this.
Im sure.
Go about the last few weeks
With all the friends (and smiles)
Youve been living for miles
Youll never forget the journeys
Of all the stories
I wrote with my shoes.

I hope it amuses you