Could It Be? Was the Question
Could it be? Not to sound too poetic
That I’m alone, unwanted and pathetic
Well if we sum all the facts in our hand
Then we may find near the answer we’ll land
Well I am as we speak writing poetry
Something that should be left to Pete Doherty
Or maybe a libertine of days gone by
For they understood romance would not die
Could it be? Was the question asked
Thus my self worth is diminishing fast
You see I feel a shadow of my forma
And I’ll try see if I can inform ya
My phone rarely bleeps or dose shudder
For my life has seen much more colour
It was much more red, yellow, green too
If I’m honest now it’s much more blue
They used to say I was “man about town”
Always a wink, a smile. No frown
The tail is classic, once a light burning bright
And now it has faded I give up the fight
Hang on! Bleep, bleep check inbox
Reads: Phil get to the party tonight rocks.
Copyright © Philip Wilson | Year Posted 2008
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