Until There Was You

Somedays I'd leave the bread out to give satisfaction to the gulls up high
Somedays they'd leave the bread alone to mold and grow in putrid cries
Somedays the gulls would peck away, but deem the meal a meanless give
Somedays there'd be no bread at all, else I would not for me to live

Quite simply, some were bad

Some were horrid, made me sad

Nothing fancy, nothing long

Just as simple as the day is wrong

Somedays the streets were full of life, the sun was out in bloom
Somedays the rain would pound so hard, they'd bring a virus pending doom
Somedays the air was so a-chill, my toes would pay the cost of life
Somedays the air was so damned warm, my pores would battle wars and strife

Quite simply, I was screwed

Everyday, I waked in nude

You couldn't distance me from a smile

But you could do it for a while




Until, of course...



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-04-06 at 04:00

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