Outside the door I sit once more
Signing books in a neon store
Just another literature whore
Thinking thoughts, missing her
Searching faces passing by
Fight away the urge to cry
To smile a smile I have to try
Another day, another sigh
Each face I see reminding me
My heart was sold it is not free
I crave her key that cannot be
It’s closing time no face I see
Pack my writer’s props, I know, I know
My perfect love has failed to show
Perhaps another store...I miss her so
Dreams die hard my mystery beau
Love, B&R
:)Ch'erie
Hang tough...
She might just appear at the next bookstore..:)
Peter
Am sure no one could resist our Fee.
Excellent write.
Love Tinka
Regis
Peace & Love, Dove
Susan
Book signings gotta be rough. Where was this one?
Of you ever get down south then let me know. I'll definitely try to get there.
Love,
Susan