We're walking on the pier
I'm counting all the fish below us
and not sure what you're doing
But it's fun.
Somewhere we aren't missed
And that's just fine
These fish need to be counted.
Maybe you don't fake it
And you don't think before you speak.
You're the one I was warned about
And I know why.
Cause you aren't like me at all
You don't have the qualities I go for
It gives me something new to write about.
So I'll take off my shoes
Lay next to you on the dock
Talk about how our friends are
And we're not.
Somehow, it all makes sense
Even though it doesn't really
But that's the perfect recipe for artistic expression.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Posted by Angel Renee at 8:29 PM