Tonight I found a song that I have been waiting to come along
Every time I make a failed rhyme I find you in my mind
Not all but most
Coast to coast would be many bags of toast
I have been singing and I don't like to boast but it sounds okay
Maybe it's the needle in the hay
That needed time
Plenty more to come until I find my plum
Why plum when you can just call it love
Yes love
Word compiled of four letters
Sure it was clear the way I thought when I found you were falling off the tree
I began heaving all the emotions into a pile to set on fire
I couldn't dispose of them all like I'd hoped
Setting them alight was just the worst idea it seemed
But I have plenty to write about and too much to clean
Not enough bleach too much lavender
It helps me sleep
