I can write about you, all things,all day;
And probably even today,
I wrote about things yesterday,
And also others and the next day.
But there's things you cant say;
To make it go away, those feelings you cant pay,
So I wrote it down,with beautiful words I play;
And its normal,I guess its okay
I look up at the ceiling,
And play with that 50 cent shilling,
Talking about it, I'm shivering,
Often cross my mind,oh my elegent feeling.
©anonymist
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