Pocket

[Pimp Lazy]

I tried my best to cry, but I could only smile
Happiness was something you’d longed for
Something you’d looked for
Something to be taken not something created
Now there’s no more looking
now there’s no more fiending
now there’s no more loving
now there’s no leaves on the trees
I try to leave my house, but it seems like a waste of time
I’m smiling but only on the inside
It all seems so foreign
So outwardly confusing, but underneath always musing

So now I spend the time and unravel in myself
A pocket to hold what I need, picked up pieces from along the way
I’ll look at them later and
It will always be spring to me



I just realized the Words forum existed. I'll try not to post too much.

PAX,
PL

 

[IXinX]

It was great i think except for maybe the last bit, i don;t like spring much coz i get hayfever and sneeze lots.
But yeah, it reminded me of a Nick Drake song :D

 

[Pimp Lazy]

Thanks IXinX. Being the dirty, tripped out hippie that I am I don't seem to care about compliments but I actually felt a smidgen of pride (Ahhhh ) because of your Nick Drake comment. I have allergies year-round. Everyday is a cold for me so Spring time is no worse . Thanks for stopping in and the kinds words.

We will find out delight along the way
And if we try
We can save this moment
For another day

Paix,
PL

 

[colicolo]

i throughly enjoyed this. it made me feel something 'real'. Please keep posting.