unfinished
Keep beneath the waves you said,
we’re only lonely ‘til we’re dead.
But lonliness can be your friend,
if you let condescend you,
as you go.
I could write you a sonnet tonight,
But they say I’m not much a poet.
And I could write you a line if you like,
but it’s not like that means much at all to you
Nettle stings are a frequent past,
I’ve been rubbing mine to make ‘em last.
I’ve been hoping they’d go away.
I’ve been wishing you wouldn’t stay,
but.
I could give you a sonnet tonight,
But they say I’m not much a poet.
And I could leave you a line tonight.
But, I’m afraid you wouldn’t notice,
you never even notice.
we’re only lonely ‘til we’re dead.
But lonliness can be your friend,
if you let condescend you,
as you go.
I could write you a sonnet tonight,
But they say I’m not much a poet.
And I could write you a line if you like,
but it’s not like that means much at all to you
Nettle stings are a frequent past,
I’ve been rubbing mine to make ‘em last.
I’ve been hoping they’d go away.
I’ve been wishing you wouldn’t stay,
but.
I could give you a sonnet tonight,
But they say I’m not much a poet.
And I could leave you a line tonight.
But, I’m afraid you wouldn’t notice,
you never even notice.