April Snow
It's snowing in April, and I'm finding it hard to smile.
It's turned into an earthquake, and I'm walking that green mile.
Laughing now at how insane every little thing seems.
Comedic plight to ponder even in my dreams.
I'm not smiling, I'm laughing, 'cause I can't even cry.
These feelings swirling all around come out in a sigh.
Am I crazy? Am I blue? Am I wondering what is wrong with you?
Am I really being true? To me? To you? To all who knew?
What do I do? Who am I to you? Can I trust you knew?
Did you see it through? Didn't I come to you?
Didn't you tell me, too? I needn't act the fool.
I am always the tool, feeling like the mule.
How many words can I spool?
Forever is warmer then wool... My love.
By C. M. Portalatin a.k.a. CynthiaRose
April 24, 2016
It's turned into an earthquake, and I'm walking that green mile.
Laughing now at how insane every little thing seems.
Comedic plight to ponder even in my dreams.
I'm not smiling, I'm laughing, 'cause I can't even cry.
These feelings swirling all around come out in a sigh.
Am I crazy? Am I blue? Am I wondering what is wrong with you?
Am I really being true? To me? To you? To all who knew?
What do I do? Who am I to you? Can I trust you knew?
Did you see it through? Didn't I come to you?
Didn't you tell me, too? I needn't act the fool.
I am always the tool, feeling like the mule.
How many words can I spool?
Forever is warmer then wool... My love.
By C. M. Portalatin a.k.a. CynthiaRose
April 24, 2016