I didn't mean a thing I did
It just ebbed its way out.
It keeps haunting me and
Losing you is something I dread.
...
I hated you dear teacher
For you loved watching me sweat.
I hated you loving teacher because
You could never bear me unkempt.
...
I stood by the riverside,
looking at the sky,
when down swooped a swallow,
in depression deep eyed.
...
It's All About....
I didn't mean a thing I did
It just ebbed its way out.
It keeps haunting me and
Losing you is something I dread.
Why not let the dream blossom?
I promise to hold it in my bosom.
I have been hasty, I know.
Now, its like expecting a summer-snow
All I wish is for a loving day
And my apologies I would say.
There are times when we need that extra pat to move forward. instead of expecting it from elsewhere, lets pat ourselves as none knows us better than ourselves.