Love Last Lindsey You've been on the run, From all the fun, That you've been having in the sun. And when it's time for this to stop, I'll leave you freely for Vermont, And live forever, high up top. I'll always keep your photo near, And remember when I called you dear, And soon forget the love I fear. If I make it back to Tennessee, Oh, the trouble that will follow me, And I will have to let it be. By the river, I'll sing true, I'll sing about the ocean blue, Which will confirm that we are through. If your love follows me, I'll toss it quickly in the sea, Your love will never let me be. For I have traveled far and wide, To break myself of your dark tide, And still it lays right by my side. And clearly I'm not over it, Or my light would not be lit, Writing lines about your fits. And the world has spun round-n-round, And my love for you can still be found, And I cry at night, without a sound. With time, love must surely rust, And disappear into the dust, For what we felt was only lust. -emb
most of my poems don't rhyme very well, so that's what I was going for here. I guess it shows, huh? Better luck next time, I suppose. Thank you for your input. [[=
I like: If your love follows me, I'll toss it quickly in the sea, Your love will never let me be. For I have traveled far and wide, To break myself of your dark tide, And still it lays right by my side. But after several attempts myself, I figure the poetry gene is something you've either got or you haven't. I always thought you couldn't go wrong when it came to self-expression.