Monday, May 4, 2009

One Persons Perspective

As I stand here in the morning mist
My hair damp with snow
I’m only here to see you
As I have no-where else to go

I wonder, will you ever notice me
My heart is beating fast
As I crouch beneath your window,
My bum getting went from the grass

Will you ever hear me, for
It my life it seems
That nobody has heard me
Since I was a clumsy teen

I paid the price then for my ignorance
But I have improved my skills since then
In truth I’ll probably steal your best
And then you’ll never see me again

I guess I’d best get on with things
I’m a bit cold and nervous in this fog
And as I burglar, I am truly grateful
That you don’t own a big dog

Written by Belinda L and Janay L
You... don't... want me...

Delivering Poems Around The World

Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...

1/21/2021 10:57:53 PM #