8am, breakfast, everyone's rushing
Late now, gotta dash, terrified of tripping
Would you be so nice & offer me a ride?
Might be a one-time thing but it's alright
You won't even open the door for me, such a gentleman
But it's alright, I have hands
You smoke your way through the traffic, making it hard to breathe
Well, it's alright, hope you get a ticket.
That glint of mischief in your spent eyes makes it hard to look away,oh what a day..
Opinionated and rough, seems to always want to bite,
Yet you spoil me everytime, that's you alright.
Ride along and revel on the scenery, it's been years now, I'm happy.
Inseparable since then, we sort of get each other though sometimes you say I'm too sappy.
Are we there yet? Let me sleep for a bit,
I know you' ll wake me with your drink to give me a sip,
To keep you awake and to make me irate.
Glean - verb; to gather bit by bit.
Author's note: Can also be a song no? 😬
Let the melody come to me 🙏
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Random Mumblings
PoetryThese are the times when I suddenly think of something with a pen conveniently on hand....so I write.
