This poem was written a few years ago . I'm not melancholy by nature but I came upon an unknown woman's photograph and it inspired write this poem in the voice of her with the feeling people sometimes have when dealing with sad melancholy thought
© Thomas R. Farrell 2007
Sometimes the thoughts I have
Get left behind and walk around
An empty room inside my head
As though they're lost forever
And don't know where to go....
Sometimes they hum to me
A melancholy sound
I think I heard when vinyl was
the only way we played them as we sang...
Sometimes I just don't know
Exactly what to do
When lazy is the way
My heart is feeling with this rain....
Sometimes these cloudy skies
Are more than I can bare
And covers on the bed,-- this hazy afternoon,
Once again -- are calling me -- by name
And I don't want to think no more
Of empty rooms for rent
Or people waiting for my love
When I'm so lost without a friend
Who use to know me better
Before I changed my name......
Sometimes the thoughts I have
Get left behind and walk around this
Empty room of mine -- inside my head
As though they're lost forever
And don't know where to go.
Poetry by Tom Farrell
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Humming That Same Old Sad Song
© Thomas R. Farrell 2007
Sometimes the thoughts I have
Get left behind and walk around
An empty room inside my head
As though they're lost forever
And don't know where to go....
Sometimes they hum to me
A melancholy sound
I think I heard when vinyl was
the only way we played them as we sang...
Sometimes I just don't know
Exactly what to do
When lazy is the way
My heart is feeling with this rain....
Sometimes these cloudy skies
Are more than I can bare
And covers on the bed,-- this hazy afternoon,
Once again -- are calling me -- by name
And I don't want to think no more
Of empty rooms for rent
Or people waiting for my love
When I'm so lost without a friend
Who use to know me better
Before I changed my name......
Sometimes the thoughts I have
Get left behind and walk around this
Empty room of mine -- inside my head
As though they're lost forever
And don't know where to go.
Poetry by Tom Farrell
Read 707 times
Written on 2009-06-18 at 16:53
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