Day

"Speak softly love and hold me against your warm heart Sharing a love that only few have ever known" beautiful words, a gift from my friend Andy, isn't it just dandy a work of art to admired, to be inspired but what I'm spilling out is only typical, critical just for a contest How I feel isn't happy, isn't love; maybe it's the wrong kind of day but these words just make it worse, make me want to curse put my head on a hat rack and exchange it for something better Look at me I'm lyrical but I'm only on a cynical little tirade so forgive me, don't hold it against me it's all in the measure of today, just give me wind and a raincoat not vows of love and wine colored days This isn't mockery or an atrocity I acknowledge love exists and I feel it; felt it, bled it, yes it's real I'm living it, dealing with it, enjoying it presently but today is a day where I'm just numb to that kind of thing So I turn off these deep velvet nights Andy so elegantly proclaimed I just rather sleep than verbally fight about how I ruined this song in light of the world they call day