#wardrobe!

Just another lovesong

To go with all the others,

Piled up in my wardrobe

On the floor.

Funny how my family

Never think to ask me

Why I cannot close the wardrobe door!

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Well it’s all because of love songs

From my heart onto the note books,

All addressed to you

For several years.

Pouring out my thoughts

Onto little scraps of paper,

Telling you my love, my hopes, my fears

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Little snips of paper

Piling up like garbage

Almost to the jackets and the skirts.

Some of them are filled with love’s sweet confidence

Others full of yearning aches and hurts.

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Who is going to read them?

All these scraps of paper

In my wardrobe ‘mongst the T shirts and the jeans

Who is going to wonder or to care?

Perhaps they’ll end up litter

Or burn up on a bonfire

Or get thrown in a wheelie bin somewhere!

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Little scraps of feelings

Never to be spoken

Never to be read or so it seems.

Full of love and laughter

Thoughts of the hereafter

Hopes and wishes, many kisses……dreams.

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Dreams like clouds in summer,

Floating in the blueness,

All evaporating in the sky,

Just in case you thought that I’d forgotten

As the years and weeks and months are passing by.

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If you ever thought I lately didn’t care

Don’t believe it please, you’ve been misled,

‘Cos little scraps of love poems

Are cluttering up my wardrobe,

Falling onto paper from my head.

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Little flakes of love poems

Piling up like snowdrifts

All addressed to you but never sent to you,

And because they’ve got no name on,

In the years to come,

Only you and I will know they’re meant for you.