Long Song timelost Poems

Sunday Carolina

My life’s apart 
My toes I’d touch 
But I could do 
Without the rush 

Midnight calls 
Again Liquor’s saved my day 
I see you not 
I guess I’ve lost my way 

Morning comes 
My coffee’s stale 
Let us 
Check the mail 
The door bell rings 
T-shirt with no jeans 

No class today 
Wide awake 
And I might not 
Last the wait 

This evenings cloud 
Have shaken my doubts 
I wonder 
If I’ll ever make it out 

Home from work 
Dreary eyes 
I lost my paintbrush 
In my shirt 

I’ve spoken soft 
Worded cloth 
But my quill 
Has written dry 
And to my dreams 
My days 
Might not say goodnight 

Lost my wave 
Astray in change 
There’s no tempo in this trap 
I am in dire need of a nap 

"Her songs after brunch"