low-growing heather
peeks through low morning shoots of sun
dancing in the breeze
© Dicky J Loweman 2015
low-growing heather
peeks through low morning shoots of sun
dancing in the breeze
© Dicky J Loweman 2015
There is this girl
And she twists and wiggles
Her way, to my insides
I’m far off, all away from her
There is no chance
A girl like that wants anything
To do, with a guy like me
But I think silent thoughts
Thoughts made for her
But meant only for me
So I’ll just sit back
Here, and watch her from afar
And to sum it all up
This fleeting thought
From the back of this half-rotted mind
I would settle
And be happy
With just your name
© D J Loweman 2015