Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
Memories of melancholy
Memories of melancholy
~
I almost miss being unhappy
Laying in a melancholy state
Rolling the glass of wine in my hand
While I think of all the whys and where’s
That seemed to over fill the world
Brimming over with dreams and possibilities
When I could let off steam in a rant
Screaming obscenities into thin air
Now I have found love in exclamation marks
Not the explosive fireworks kind
As sold by every song and movie
But a real gritty kind of love
Where we laying talking about nothing
Just killing time being together
We could make love on a beach
While waves crash around us
It would not make much difference
We would still look into each others eyes
Smile and know a subtle truth
That all we need is each other
I’m settling into some contented lifestyle
No more complaints or screams
I almost miss being in a melancholy state
But almost as ever is not enough
poem
by
Matthew Holloway
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black