FriendBurst Blog

Sometimes I get around , I roll around , I get back down in my head,
I sit and stare anywhere, not being there always in the run
then I go out resigning not to pout , only try to work it out……….

Only wishing that I was not there……
Only wishing that I was not there……..
Only wishing that I were not there………

Hazy inner broken smiles, all that I can see,
Inner hazy broken smiles ,smiling back at me,
Relentless broken smiling smile, always seems to be…………..

Only wishing that I was not there……
Only wishing that I was not there……..
Only wishing that I were not there………

Only wishing that I was not there……
Only wishing that I was not there……..
Only wishing that I were not there………

Only wishing that I was not there……
Only wishing that I was not there……..
Only wishing that I was not there………

Tasty as mothers apple pie, lounging upon my tongue,
Raw and sour bitter taste, memories often none,
in the backyard of my soul, muted textures always running into one………………….

Only wishing that I was not there……
Only wishing that I was not there……..
Only wishing that I were not there………

Recompence is the soul that finds out never too late, that waiting at the gate,
for things that never ever came, better it be that he ate what was on his plate,
that loneliness such as this often sits and waits, but never guides or judges him as to his  own fate.

Only wishing that I was not there……
Only wishing that I was not there……..
Only wishing that I were not there………

Only wishing that I was not there……
Only wishing that I was not there……..
Only wishing that I were not there………

Only wishing that I were not there……
Only wishing that I were not there……..
Only wishing that I were not there………

Thank you

DL