Maybe over the river, those two girls have confessed their love and kissed. Maybe they have their lives so well put together.
Somewhere over the river; there's birds singing and people laughing at some silly jokes.
I'm not usually one to complain, I'm just sitting here waiting for my chance, 'cause over the river I see all these people with joy in their eyes, I was hoping to share it in place of this awkward silence, where love hasn't worked out.
Somewhere over the river, people are dancing without a care in the world. I wonder if they've noticed my eyes drifting to the window of watching others' lives, trying to forget about my own. Wishing it could be as great as theirs looked.
I hear a clink of money on the table, I guess they want to join those over the river, the ones who are still having the picture perfect moments. Walking to a new job or moving in with husband, it's all over the river. I should probably try joining this 'over the river' life, if only it was that easy.
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Poems
Poetryshort poems that could also be songs i thought of on a whim. most of these are a bit old but recently i was told by a friend to publish them as they're, quote on quote "not bad" so i take that to the stand by broadcasting them here. take a gander.
