Love Poem: Useless Things
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Written by: Jo Bien

Useless Things

in the corner or under the bed

that very place where I lay my head

when the day is done and out goes the light

things go bumping in the night



I thought I had them all at bay

the thoughts I manage during the day

but out they wander one by one

those ideas I thought once fun



comes the dawn and there they go

back in the corner like dirty clothes

shaking the sleepiness from my head

tossed and turned from all the dread



grab the coffee an fill my cup

it's still early, I'm the only one up

looking at you still fast asleep

dreams are real and talk is cheap



wondering if you have those thoughts

of all the ones that are now lost

deep in memories that can't come out

I wish they'd dry up with the drought



it's not that I would ever go back

or run to you with all you lacked

times are better but still I think

of you sometimes and useless things