Getting Carried Away

Poems, thoughts, ideas, ponderings, rants, etc.

Published Sunday, March 26, 2006 by Marcus | E-mail this post

You must axcuse me,
I always get carried away;
You've never been to me,
A place I call home inside;
You must excuse me,
I'm sorry,
I was leading you along,
It's just a game I like to play;
You've never been to me;
A game I like to play;
You're absent in my world;
I'm there,
And it's perfect,
And you can't see,
I'm soft and perfect and bright yellow inside,
And what if that's not your colour?

Tags: poems | poetry

My Other Blog: Sun-kissed