This should be the last poem I write for a while.
Me I'm done with poetry
I think my words is through.
They just won't go, oh no, no further,
I don't know what to do.
So sweetheart listen close and hear me
'cause what I says is true,
I'm gonna use these last few lines
and dedicate 'em all to you.
I've got your curves all in my mind,
your lips for sure I see.
Can't taste 'em, barely hear 'em now,
but that's enough for me.
I can't remember where we started
how all this came to be
but wherevs it's from, don't matter now,
just glad that there's a we.
I'm all a caught up in your web
My fingers in your hair.
Just glad that when I turns around
I know that you be there.
So if these words just fall to silence
the sentiment I share,
leaving it behind, and doing fine,
but without you I couldn't bear.
It's not about anybody, but I think it was a nice try. I'm going back to prose.
Keep on rockin'
-Scott
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