Day

Day
 by Jordan Brooks
Nov. 22, 2016.

If I ever get to know her,
 type-d personality, plus
 in my past life, a troubadour,
 anything-else is just unwanted,

we might have the good one.
 Like this apartment in Bangor, I saw,
 only a couple hundred a month,
 could be there in a couple of hours,

(w/) the laptop at Cedarwoods,
 I could write my stories there,
 you won't ever get unhappy there.
 I mean, we'll pick-up where we left off:

I can get so lonely, it seems,
 (maybe) even in an atmosphere that makes all the difference;
 and then, I get my peck on the lips,
 and the air, you,

it's heavy with wonder and lust,
 for us to wander, in love.
 The street lights come on
 in the winter's warmth,

the hot cocoa's stirred,
 we haven't been talking though.
 but we love the days,
 the guy she loves, this place.

and he won't ever get tired of loving her,
 so she'll always feel loved,
 the sky, pretty
 the wind, a breeze

the sun will rise:
 last night we were on the sofa together fighting the chills,
 and turning-in for warmth,
 the days and nights in happiness.

Jordan.