![]() Bag of BonesA Poem by Moonflower
Yeah you seem to find me weak So I don't tell you how I feel It doesnt solve anything When you disregard whats real But just keep it all close Save it for another day And maybe then it will Make this one okay
Yeah you have a box of pennies and I have a bag of bones But neither of these things Are ever gonna lead us home
So don't just pick your way Choosing to greet the day With an unoptimistic view of every little thing
Just smoke your smoke and find your dope Set up the drums and that new microphone And I'll hum along with those soft easy tunes And we'll all get along while we're singin the blues © 2010 MoonflowerAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on August 13, 2010 Last Updated on September 24, 2010 Author![]() MoonflowerLouisville, KYAboutHello :) My name is Desiree. What brings me to this website is my love for poetry and storytelling. At this time I consider myself more of a poet, than a writer or author. I do not have the pa.. more..Writing
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