My hair is longer than it used to be,
And my eyes greener.
My head doesn't ring with your sorrows now,
And my pillow is more welcoming with
Each passing night.
I listen to more music than I used to -
And I sing louder.
I cry harder now too,
Because the experience of you taught me
To allow my grief.
Yesterday, I danced in the wind
And told my heart to the rain.
Is it not better, I ask you,
To embrace your unknown destiny
Than to be given what you thought you wanted?
Strange -
Once, I would have given you everything.
But isn't it funny -
Now my eyes are greener than they used to be,
And my hair is longer.
With regard,
That girl in Switzerland
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You need to get your poetry published.
ReplyDeleteAt least, I really like it.
I told you your eyes would turn green again
ReplyDeleteIt's just crap poetry. Takes thirty seconds to write, and five more to forget I wrote it. I'm not sure it's good enough to publish. Nobody would read it except people who know me, and they'd be bored to tears. Except you, Mel. :-D And for that, I love you.
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