When it rains it pours...

Just after I wrote my last blog I tried to sleep. The word is tried.

I couldn't. I still had the urge to draw but with no drawing pad in sight, I decided the best thing was to write.

When it rains, it pours. Apollo has had enough of my artistic dormant state and has my mind running a muck more than usual. This came out of nowhere. What do you think?

Not ust another toy...

Another toy to play with
Back on the shelf it will go
Can't decide if she's worth to keep
Everyone of them wants to play with me
For me they're just all the same

Give me the doll I want to play with
Have only oe to call my own
I don't want to keep looking around
Just want one to call my own

Keep searchign for what i want
Looking but to no avail
Maybe she can't be found
Need to have her around

One day I'll find that doll
Perhaps today's the day
Questions of her whereabouts will be answered
Right when I least expect it.

Soon that doll will be in my hands
Trembling with fear, I will hold her tight
Unwrapping the paper and opening the box
Very carefully, I will unravel my heart.

Why did it take so long for me to see
"X" marked the spot, right in front of me
You were there in my blind mind's eye
Zany as it may sound, she was next to me all along.

Questions? Comments?

Its about a guy, trying to find the perfect girl. Perfection doesnt exist...but i guess only in the mind of the beholder.