My legs are all tangled up
In your idle daydreams
I'm the dregs in your teacup
It doesn't make sense
I dream of being all dolled up
In your idle daydreams
But you don't dream in colour
And it makes no sense
In a corner I'm curled up
While you idly daydream
You don't smile and I'm right there
It doesn't make sense
You go down and I look up
While I idly daydream
What I had is what I'll have
I have no sense
In your idle daydreams
I'm the dregs in your teacup
It doesn't make sense
I dream of being all dolled up
In your idle daydreams
But you don't dream in colour
And it makes no sense
In a corner I'm curled up
While you idly daydream
You don't smile and I'm right there
It doesn't make sense
You go down and I look up
While I idly daydream
What I had is what I'll have
I have no sense
3 comments:
Loved it! I still missed rhythm in it. I would love it if i could sing each one of your poems.
Oh I can sing this one :P
brilliant...all brilliant. deviously and deliciously brilliant!
drunkenly brilliant, a shot-to-the-head brilliant!
and not just this post alone, but this blog of yours...
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