• poetrydelivery 36w

    Never thought ill be looking!

    what if I told you that a hundred doors i nock for you" and then I walked into every store hoping to find you" what if you knew that 50 handwritten letters' a day I sent to unknown addresses wishing for one to get to you". And on my free time, i grab the phone book” and set it on my lap" and every time I do that I feel so sad. but not as bad as going through the pages" and in each one of the pages can help but see each one of your faces." when I'm through talking to a hundred strangers I cry and I don't even try. Not once has the word bye said hi to my loving mind. then I roll on my chair and say a hundred Minute prayer” and in the morning before i go knock” i just get the envelopes ready for later.”