As I watch time go by
inside the 64 crayon box there´s only three left.
Pink or cream I never used, an orange red most would avoid, and the bitten green.
There´s not much left inside the old drawer
If anyone could ever get pass the miss to the mrs.
Which pulls me back to the obvious;
This wood is remarkable.
But the smell of a thousand roses would not do.
They´re so common.
With the chant of hired angels I´d prefer matching lilies.
Matching to what????
If I knew the answer to that one, this keyboard wouldn´t yawn.
Yet I wonder why us thinkers mostly think on a grey tune. Yes grey is a must for the brain but shouldn´t I get a new one already. Not a brain of course, i mean, the crayon box. Although a new brain would suit me in this time and age. The current one is doing fine, don´t get me wrong, it´s a matter of smell really.
The smell of the new. New shirt, new skirt, new panties.
Wouldn´t it really be something to carry a new brain smelling like new. Specially for those brains who smell fishy all the time.
I suspect the heart would be something predictable to change too. But that I´m not for, at all. Come to think of it, I´m against it really, and I would be one to carry a banner saying: No to a change of heart.
Of course some lovers would appreciate the slogan, while others who still bleed from the so called life giving organ would try to force me and drag me out of my cause. But it´s not that kind of love I´m willing to give up. For the love I have known is out of this world. There´s only one change of heart you should go through in life… and I already had mine.
To My Everlasting never failing True Love. JesusChrist.
