I'd walk for miles if I knew you'd let me
I'd find the money to take a bus if I didn't hate public transportation
I'd take a plane if I didn't have an irrational fear of crashing
I'd travel for weeks if I knew I had a big enough suitcase
I'd write a million letters to you if I had decent penmanship
Hell, I'd swim across the Atlantic just to know you were safe
I'd rent a car if I actually knew how to drive
I'd sign up for some stupid T.V. show just to possibly travel closer to you
But instead I'll sit at him awaiting your safe return
Because I can't drive
And the Atlantic is too wide
My penmanship sucks
And my suitcase only has so much room
I've nicknamed planes 'tin metal death traps'
You'll never catch me on a bus unless my life depended on it
Because I know that no matter how hard I tried you'd never let me walk every mile
So I'll sit on a park bench somewhere
Hoping and praying for your safe return
And that someday
You'll be sitting there with me
YOU ARE READING
Paige's Poetry
PoetryThis is all my poetry, please don't copy. I worked really hard on it and wanted to share it :P enjoy