Nothing But Words

Here I sat alone way before noon flying through P.S. with nothing to do
came up with a few lines to jot down a few notes and yes as poor as they may be there mine
whats in a day when ones alone with so much to say.
how could it be today is the day as so many lay sleeping come what may.
a kiss good night as you fell asleep as your head sunk into the pillow taking a dreamers leap.
as mornings mist kiss this day alone I sit with just words to say/
as a boy to a girl a man to his wife a lover to a lady and the way you look tonight.
a letter to you from me words that ramble on as far as the eye can see.
as I stole a kiss from the one that is you my heart still melts every time I do.
to sit here in this body with what little I know a look a smile a man with a soul
I once took a walk to find the one that is me hours later I returned and I was set free.
in rain in snow night or day winter and summer holding your hand is the greatest wounder.
I was just board wanted some thing to write 
  I cam up with this...mud slid I call this mornings life.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Sweetheart Avatar
August 29, 2010 at 3:20 PM
Lilting lines and gracefully romantic Michael.. always enjoy your ideas and thoughts so sensitive and romantic.. luv..
Culverhouse Avatar
August 15, 2010 at 6:20 PM
mud slide is a good way of putting it somedays...hope tomorrow is better. Watch for the colorful sky and the pretty birds, forget the rest of the junk. :)
Del Fierro Avatar
August 15, 2010 at 9:08 AM
sometimes i feel the same way...it's amazing tho,once you've written,how you can construct from whats there...such as...your ending being your beginning, "mud slide"...a force of nature which can be overbearing,which is impossible for one to stop,once it's started...sorta like our thoughts,which is in our control,they just need as much care in development,as a hillside being overdeveloped,which can cause a mudslide.....peace , jay
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