I've always been one for wishing,
I wonder, have you been too?
I think it's strange and very odd
But don't you dream like I do?
Stay there for a little
Or maybe I should run to meet you
Either way, promise me
Either way, I'll be true
That fragile strand of yarn
Peeking from a woman's bag
Makes me think of summertime
And laughing in the library
Tea with half a spoon of sugar
Spilt a bit over the edge
Sort of like the days when
We ate on ends of the screen
Talking of the broken bones
And healing all our scars
We're just a couple of misfits
Not really giving our hearts yet
The weather vane's pointing west
So we'll meet in a few days or so
Promises aren't worth a penny these days
Haven't you read the papers?
Funny how we keep running into each other
Even when I'm not looking for you
Migraines leave when we're together
Forget their words, this is my home
Comments
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This is so sweet. I especially loved:
Either way, promise me
Either way, I'll be true
Lovely poem!
The most astonishing thing about miracles is that they happen.
-G. K. Chesterton
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"I've always been one for wishing,
I wonder, have you been too?
I think it's strange and very odd
But don't you dream like I do?"
I love it, I love it. Because I always have been one for wishing and dreaming.
"That fragile strand of yarn
Peeking from a woman's bag
Makes me think of summertime
And laughing in the library"
That is so lovely.
"The weather vane's pointing west
So we'll meet in a few days or so
Promises aren't worth a penny these days
Haven't you read the papers?"
Amazing.
I could actually copy the whole poem into the comment because I love it all!! But I won't do that. You are amazing at this! Keep on!
Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh