things I have been thinking about
Table
I ate a piece of chocolate,
and it made me think of you;
I looked out my french door,
at the wind,
blowing the fountain water,
and I thought about us.
I looked at the clear speaking moon,
and followed its light,
touching an empty can of soda,
on the table next to me,
which you had bought,
and I wished I was more true,
and there for you.
I smelled the pretty fake flowers,
sitting also on the low top.
Another lovely night this is not.
The only thing I want to do,
is turn on,
and listen to our old love songs,
and tap my fingers,
on the hard wood and feel my heart drop off.
and it made me think of you;
I looked out my french door,
at the wind,
blowing the fountain water,
and I thought about us.
I looked at the clear speaking moon,
and followed its light,
touching an empty can of soda,
on the table next to me,
which you had bought,
and I wished I was more true,
and there for you.
I smelled the pretty fake flowers,
sitting also on the low top.
Another lovely night this is not.
The only thing I want to do,
is turn on,
and listen to our old love songs,
and tap my fingers,
on the hard wood and feel my heart drop off.
