Willy Nilly

Willy Nilly

Willy Nillie

The love you can’t have is the one you would want
And that, my friends, is a silly ‘ol taunt
For love is still yours, even after it’s over
It builds on itself like the luck (4-leaved clover)

It spreads onto lands quite foreign than own
This love as a memory with seeds that were sown
The story lives on because love never dies
Even if they may think your tongue ridden with lies

It may be said to be trained like a horse
Galloping careful for jumps on the course
But even so careful, I’m still just a filly
And sometimes am roped ‘round the neck, Willy Nillie

That’s when I stand with my hooves in the air
I can’t understand why you haven’t a care
What is the purpose of stopping my prance?
I neigh and I snort at the chance of romance

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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