Friday, 30 January 2015

The Song Writer

She sat quietly table drumming
Trying to figure out some tune
Something catchy like contagious
A kind of blown up heart balloon

When life takes hold it grows so fast
Then spirals dizzy reeling by
Can take away your breathing space
Crashing burning off your high

She hopes to slow the music down
Whilst reminiscing with a drink
When before you know the bottle’s low
Imagination on the brink

Seeing symbols as the sunlight breaks
 Writing anything that moves
A page a verse or tempting line
Cloudy visions in the groove

Teardrops rock her rolling eyes
Refreshing all she might have said
Too much hid between the lines
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