Posey

All accounted for, then?

Prescriptive songs have been written

Reading through, I'm missing one crucial

Not crypto-fied in any of my lines

The requisite profession

Once good verses like tired reruns

The barge pulls from an endless ocean

I don't mind, for you I'll be an artistic no one

I could write you in

I've got a pocket-full of stories to spin

Real enough to have kept me going

Life-like dreams I'm sustained by and trapped in

But picture it all poetic

Relatable but authentic

Including proof of how we definitely click

From the back row desk with faked arithmetic

I've covered coming to terms

Coveting my thoughts of you and what they affirm

My repeating phases are of concern

You tell me what I haven't addressed

I could write you in

I've got a pocket-full of stories to spin

Real enough to have kept me going

Life-like dreams I'm sustained by and trapped in

I think this art can be torturous

Metric bars that enclose us

Should we talk since we'll be here for some time

Carving tallies with a striped-down concubine

No one wants to hear me counsel myself

Small voice coaching me to better health

Every song is a waste without you

This one with those I regrettably include

But I could write you in

I've got a pocket-full of stories to spin

Real enough to have kept me going

Life-like dreams I'm sustained by and trapped in

One more verse then I'll stop

It's obvious that I'm frustrated I can't get what I want

Can't you see these words write themselves?

We're far from a fiction I am trying to sell

I could write you in

I've got a pocket-full of stories to spin

Real enough to have kept me going

Life-like dreams I'm sustained by and trapped in

I could write you in

I've got a pocket-full of stories to spin

Real enough to have kept me going

Life-like dreams I'm sustained by and trapped in