No,
Don't bother knocking on my door.
I won't be home.
Maybe I'll be where,
The green leaves rustle,
Or the yellow bird flutters.
But I won't be home.
Perhaps I'll be where the waves glimmer
Or the iridescent clouds above, shimmer.
I don't know where I shall be.
But I won't be home.
So don't bother knocking on my door.
YOU ARE READING
Underneath the Stars And Other Poems
PoetrySo...these are my poems. After years of just writing furiously to myself, I am finally putting them out there. Fun. *yay!* Well anyway, I hope you like them. Some of them are funny (or at least, I hope so; at least remotely)*. Some are a bit 'deep'...
