Guitar strung

Now the music has begun

Broken man

On piano plays

Looking older

These days

Fingers play

ivory bones

Words at play

Sticks n stones

Surrounded by many

inside alone

Voice cracked

there’s the tone

Something is wrong

Where’s the new song

Said the lover

Of the other

Little clues

Old man has dropped

The journey he feels

Needs to stop

There is no love across the pond

For his thoughts visions and songs

Perhaps be happy for what you have

What you gained whilst others wain

In your presence

An open book

Nothing hidden she shook

So time will tell

Ring the bell

The crier told

A story will unfold

When looking for love

Seek it from above

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19 thoughts on “Warm tongue

  1. hell no. and walking season starts march 12. cold feet short distances. the local mollie mormon has eschewed her socks. she once told me she did not like that her husband wanted her to be a blonde. sic. lmao

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