whacky

a whacky poem about forgiveness

I can tell that the stars are unhappy
and I know why the moon's acting crabby
‘cause they know you won't call
And it's bothering us all
I'm sorry that I behaved badly

The day won't go on without you
The clouds have been crying all day
I've expressed my regrets
can you forgive and forget?
‘cause even Alexa's been whacky

Author's Note

all comments welcome

Reviews

[Chris]

Chuckling here... seems you've got "it" good...We seldom realize the depths of a "faux pas" til the afterwards... strange how that is. And PAIN is such an immediate and personal thing... and we don't understand at your point just how quick the onset can be or the depths of a personal despair that may have been thought of as inconsequential really quite weren't that way at all ...after all.