merry

I spy cowgirl

You spelt my name wrong

For far too long

So I'm climbing down from my perch

I sat with newfound hope in the sun's March warmth

I waited

I wanted

I made it all up

Tried to forget the softest word

Not to squander my leftover luck

Made it all up

Made it all

Made it all up

All up

I've been on the wayside

While you've been on my mind

You exist in rhymes and poems

Deep in ruined books I've dog eared

Ten times over

I don't spearhead talking I prefer written words

Sometimes walking watching birds

And I cry over lessons learnt

And I'll pass my learnings down to her

Concrete cowgirl

Am I any closer to you now

Before your favour grows old I could be a placehold