Wooden Nickle

By The Green One

If I could give you words

To even compare to

The poetry you offer me,

unconditionally,

then I would be,

so wonderfully,

inexplicably

in love with me.

Cause when you left me I couldn’t bear it.

Why don’t you love me?

Why don’t you want me?

Did you take my heart just to tear it?

So now I choose to be someone you won’t want,

Someone you would leave,

So when you left me

I could choose to believe

that you left new me.

Oh, my love, my wonder of the land.

Dressed in red, I want to hold your hand.

I learned a week to slow,

That I was not cast in your show.

And I stayed by you,

though I knew

I would be foo-

-ling myself to think

you were jealous of the others

I tried to use to forget you.

But they didn’t last long.

So I’ll ask you, ‘penny for your thoughts?’

But they’re worth more than that to me,

though I only pay a wooden nickle.

Oh, my love, my wonder of the land.

Dressed in red, I want to hold your hand.

I learned a week to slow,

That I was not cast in your show.

So know this, lovely.

I try not to blame you.

But I never got a sense of closure.

I was too close, and never sure...