Because..
The waiting never seems to end
The letters are never ever sent
The thoughts in the head never quiet down
the feeling inside is a droning sound.
Because...
The poet lies awake
Writing rhymes so fake
the poetry is made
as vague thoughts fade.
Because
The queen called,
hiding under a log
it became the rule
for all loving fools.
Beautiful people
thoughts are lethal
wave the magic wand
let go of the sand.
Its a quiet room. People come and sit. Some talk of things, some just drift. Soon they stand, smile and leave. That was one more hope - a chance to keep.
Cheers!
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