Wednesday, October 04, 2006
In Her Life
In Her Life
She daydreams of soft furnishings as she answers the phones.
It’s been raining outside.
In more exotic moments she’s a finalist in a TV talent show.
And her heart forgets to beat
When Mr Morrison from Sales pops in to get his next letter done
Though she’s never let on.
She lets her mind drift forward to the next Christmas night out
Though it’s only February
And he’s never even so much as answered her prayer with a smile.
There’s a hidden world no one else can go to
Where our shadow lives play out as if our own.
It keeps us going.
Don’t let it go.
(Sort of a work in progress that one, but there you are. Not sure where it goes from there. Hey, I said you'd get some poetry from time to time. You did. Even if it wasn't a very good one. I have better stuff to come. I wonder what the copyright situation is on that one? Hmm...)
She daydreams of soft furnishings as she answers the phones.
It’s been raining outside.
In more exotic moments she’s a finalist in a TV talent show.
And her heart forgets to beat
When Mr Morrison from Sales pops in to get his next letter done
Though she’s never let on.
She lets her mind drift forward to the next Christmas night out
Though it’s only February
And he’s never even so much as answered her prayer with a smile.
There’s a hidden world no one else can go to
Where our shadow lives play out as if our own.
It keeps us going.
Don’t let it go.
(Sort of a work in progress that one, but there you are. Not sure where it goes from there. Hey, I said you'd get some poetry from time to time. You did. Even if it wasn't a very good one. I have better stuff to come. I wonder what the copyright situation is on that one? Hmm...)
