but when i rip someone off i always admit to it. so heres a story in a rhyme. gee you know, trying to write like someone else is damn hard lol.
Plants and Books
Well it’s late and I know
That I should be in bed
But I’m all wound up
With the thought of you in my head
Thinking of the smile
I put on your face
I wish I could have been there
To see that touch of grace
You say that you can live with it
Well maybe some, a bit
Just can’t find the words
And so surprised by it
But if you stop to think
You must know that it’s true
How could anybody
Not be in love with you
So write a little note
And don’t forget to water
Someday you may show it
To your son or daughter
And let a little smile
Play across your face
And think of me when I’m away
In some far off place
Cause plants and books
And sideways looks
Don’t tell the story true
But don’t forget
No matter how bad it gets
That someone
Still, loves
You.
hmmmm now that i read it this morning, its not like anyone else at all. but whatever, i still like it.
The Atheist 