I'm not saying that
I want to be
The first
In your life
above everybody
I'm too old for such dreams
Been stamped on by reality
But it would be nice
if you thought of me
Sometimes
Maybe
©cih16, 09:55, 04.11.16
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.