Written by How do you solve a problem like Maria? Well, as my man Cohen puts it "There is a crack, a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in". You don't Read more by this writer |
Pretty PoetryI think I dropped a poem here somewhere It slipped through my fingers To creep sulkily into the cracks of the wall
It was rather pretty A pantomime of color and dreams Of happy endings and Everlots
I’ve been searching frantically for days Under my pillow In my chest of drawers Behind my desk Under the carpet
I think it was small Easy to lose or forget or forego Perhaps that’s why I lost it Why it no longer felt important enough to linger
It really was pretty I’m sorry I lost it. |
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