The Very Worst Of The Thoughts Of A Romantic Fool Poem by I.J. Benjamin
The Very Worst Of The Thoughts Of A Romantic Fool
They just be floatin'
up there, all grey and
as if resting on air
but that air might be smoke,
a jealousy’s veil
or it might be hate-
on the very worst of days, but still
there'll be
clouds up there
like love, my
love will be
forever brighter
then all that shimmered
air, forever warmer than
today, when it’s really cold,
and you’re not in my arms
and i’m all alone with rain.
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