Those Old DaysA Chapter by Dhayewere goneWhen a song that you sing seems so hot in my ears I turn my radio on that everybody hears
Never did I listen to the sound of your drum It’s more of noise to me like a thunderstorm hum
And never did I glance in your full nudity I’m afraid I could make such fleshy fantasy
Oh, my dear, those old days were gone now, I’m so free I have learned to accept what the eyes couldn’t see
What the heart really feels, not the mind would suggest From those finest paintings, I should look for the best
From those songs that you sing, I might find one that’s sweet Or I might learn to play that old drum with new beat
From that vista of yours though in full nudity Might be the finest art in this world I shall see
Oh, my dear, those old days were gone now, I am new I have changed my outlook it’s all because of you.
© 2014 DhayeAuthor's Note
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