Just a poem, not me itching, but I remember times when I was younger that I had a love itch for a certain little girl. Kind of a flash back to younger days poem, and at times now poem. Had to change the title because some seemed to think it was a physical itch.
itch on the back, I can't scratch. dream in the head, I can't catch. love in the heart, with no you, down in the soul, I feel blue. outside I hear the birds sing, in my heart it's like a bee sting. no itch affects me worse, than the miss of you curse. I toss and I turn, the itch moves to burn. it seems I'll need an ointment, maybe you'll aid in anointment. if i could get a rescue, it would cure my deep blue.
hope you feel better soon. i don't have an itch, but i do have a sore back and have a nasty cold. (I threw my back out this morning when i sneezed. *OW* not good!) great write yet again, g; thanks for sharing!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(
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Excellen poem!