Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Not Much To Say

I don't have a lot to say.
Funny, how the words
just
trickle out
         of my head
         through this mouth
         that doesn't censure its doubt.

These times, I don't say a lot things.
Funny, I can't visualize
these dreams. Wonder how
I can get that feeling back,
what I lack?

I don't have a lot of days when I
think about you; but baby,
         now's the time
         I need you most,
         can't get a rest.

These moods returning
each morning,
a sun burning its warning
         emptiness, still fills
         inside my head.

This heart meant to matter
in a sea
soon would splatter,
splash about if I had
the one who truly mattered.


I didn't have a lot to say,
but I said my peace.
Now I'll go away, but babe,
you should know one thing...
         you're what matters.


9.18.20

feigning lyrics with an eye to How Do I Live (not leeve) Without You

coming up next: a parody of an Ingrid Michaelson song called 'the thumbs up show'