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I could be useful,make pictures and things
a picture of you
and I'm wasting my time,
As I while away the hours
with some string and a song
I could sing of you-
Yet I remain, hopeless
so useless
Three years from now,
is there a chance?
if I'm a wreck and a mess
All out of sense?
a kiss would find my
ever so
expectant cheek?
Am I so despondent,
too morose for your
affections?
and would you care,
to even lie with me
when winter creeps into
our rooms?
Dearie,
Dear god, please stay
(please do)
As I'm spilling, and splitting
all over the floor
I can still recall, that
I l[i]ove you
In a prim, proper place
lukewarm comfort, finds your eyes
Who gaze (and remain) indifferently cold.
And with the adoration of a fool,
I'd believe for every second
Minute
Day
I'd ever matter to you.