My thoughts, they swirl, like dried up grass
Everywhere on breezes-
No sense, too many on the move
Swooshing through my mind.
I just can’t focus on the why
You had to go with him.
I thought we would be things in rings
And marry up one day.
But, no sense curling up tonight,
Tomorrow or next days.
You’re gone just like that blade of grass
That just swooshed past my eyes.
My thoughts, they swirl, like dried up leaves
Everywhere around me.
No sense, too many on the go
Breezing through my mind.
W.C.Hull © 2018-9-9-1045
Copyright © W.C. Hull | Year Posted 2018
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