broken pencil
By skully
I only write for you, the times we spent
The days we played, for all that youth was blue
Now your going, I’m gone to this afternoon
Though I can still remember your bloom
I only wrote for you, can’t remember why
Can’t remember when, I only wrote for you
And now your lost my writing’s through
I only wrote, I only wrote for you
Just as summer is blooming, I can’t seem
To be forgetting, I gorged on you
Your summer night, your winter finger
I only wrote for, I’m only right for you
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© 2009 skully
Published on Wednesday, July 1, 2009.
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