snail mail.
dmeemai on October 7th, 2007 File Under lyrical attempts
i can’t sail
and i can’t bail
if there’s only a rail
to follow thy trail.
my heart’s in ail,
think i need a round of ale
without thee
oh my world’s a pale.
can’t you see,
my passion’s not stale?
the depths,
it’s over hill and dale.
if there’s only a gale or
even a whale
to bring me to thee
in an exhale.
hail, if i can stop rhyming
words ending in ale and ail
lo, this is just to put into scale
how i think of thee
without fail.
-26 may 2006 ©
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