Posted by cockeyed on July 26, 2005, at 3:21:14
Gonna write a poem of love.
gotta take a run up before I do.
Gonna hit the bottle, That's what I'll do.
trouble is what's love about?
Flying so free one hasn't a clue
that there's stoney ground below
and what does one do?
Well, it's when it's obvious the one you love
doesn't give a fig or a damn about the person who's you.
Maybe if you're still young you'll
roil and writhe til you finally figure out
that there will be another
and then what will you do?
I suspect it's mother nature's plot
to let the land run riot with little snots
and what do you then do?
You smother them with love and, maybe
give 'em a smack on their little butts too
just as it was done, all for the love of you.
But what of the flying, soaring in space
and a feeling...lord, I wish knew.
But love can be one hell of a thing
I only can remember those days
but it was.....true
cockeyed.
poster:cockeyed
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