I’ve written about the one that got away
The one that wouldn’t stay
The one you couldn’t wait to get out the door.
I’ve written about songs that you hear
How delicious is beer?
And sex that would make you lose your mind.
I’ve written about the family so screwed up
About Scotland’s favorite pup
The man that ran away one day to Spain.
I’ve written of the catfish of the internet
Wondering where it all went?
Then answered with an angry sense of denial.
I’ve written of the sea when it turns cold at night
How women should put up a fight
Even sang one once on top of a stack of books.
I’ve written of the scum we have in society
Of male impropriety
And summed it up with “that’s why I’m alone today.”
I’ve written of the past and all it’s beauty
This blonde that was rather snooty
Did I mention she manages to play some guitar?
I’ve written all the crazy stuff in my head
Even that I’d rather be dead
But I didn’t really mean that like it says.
I’ve written of love and all its useful forms
All the other societal ‘norms’
Then deviated, as much as I possibly could.
Tonight I write of life and wonder
Building something that has gone under
Because my gosh I miss that man that went to Spain.
I’ve written of statues made of nothing but stone
Life, love, and moving to Rome
Though honestly, who really thought it was built in just one day?
I’ve written of honesty, and all its virtues
Men, and which one they will choose
I’ve even shot a few of them dead.
Now I sit and think and think of the fight
What if I have nothing else to write?
Then laugh as I realize that will never happen.
Tonight I’ll sit with my pen in hand
Thinking of you, across the land
Wondering if your waiting for me to write.
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