Monday, February 17, 2020

Our Place



Our Place
By R.e. Taylor

I don’t fit in this world
People irritate me
Hiding away would be best
But I know you and I love you
I want to be only with you forever
Maybe some isolated spot
With a tropical moon up above
And a dock to dangle our feet from
We could grow old there
And never notice time passing
If we had that dock below us
And the moon above us
Nothing else would ever matter

© 2020 Shadowlight Publishing

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