"Teardrops"

by Morgan S

Drew looks at me

I fake a smileth so that gent won’t seeth

What i wanteth what i needeth

And everything yond we shouldst beest


I bet the lady is quite quaint

Yond wench that gent talks about

And she’s did get everything yond I has’t hadst to live without

I wonder if’t be true that gent knoweth that gent’s all i bethink about at night


That gent is the timeth taken up

But there’s never enow

And that gent is all yond i needth to falleth into

Thou is the reasoneth for the teardrops bestowed by my berft visage upon my guitar.


Thou is the reasoneth i keepeth wishing upon a wishing star.

Thou is the melody i keepeth singing, don’t knoweth wherefore i doth.