Wednesday, October 19, 2005

summitt

if wishes were horses
kings'd fly
if she was any more real
this life'd be a lie
she says she likes me
for who i am
for what i stand for
and the things that i do

but she isn't tied-down
she couldn't get in such-an-arrangement
she is averse to a-simple-kind-of-life

1 comment:

Fanaah said...

I stared at this and wondered where I ha heard it before. then it struck me :) Nice poem, connected to memorable memories as always.