All I can think of is you.A Poem by GrayDeath.
The pipes are leaking
the house needs a roof the cars not starting the bills are all due all in all, it's just terrible news Yet all I can think of is you. Nothing is cooking the microwave blew there's wet mail sitting on the rain-soaked stoop My back has been aching I can't find my shoe yet all I can think of is you. Life's not meant to be perfect Murphy's law still applies Yet each time I start reminiscing It's for sure I'll be drying my eyes. A wilting flower passed away from an unexpected flu The doctor said it's too late there's nothing he can do It seems like only yesterday I had to start anew now all I think of is you.
© 2016 GrayReviews
|
Stats
731 Views
16 Reviews Shelved in 1 Library
Added on June 22, 2016Last Updated on October 31, 2016 Author
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|