Do you see my grin on the front of that card
I took the money from you're wallet so it wasn't that hard
Oh did you get the flowers I left you last week
Or that baby puppy that made you shriek
I'm chilling in London with the whole gang
I sent you a postcard if you want to hang
Did you get the photo I sent on my phone
Whenever I call you say you aren't home
I left a loving note on the front of you're door
I hope it doesn't cause you such a bore
We are on the beach I'm with the gang
I sent you a postcard so get over here and hang
YOU ARE READING
a penny for your thoughts
PoetryMany have asked if I can see in my dreams However this question is not what it seems dreams are as limited as you allow them to be For it isn't vision but capability
