Tennessee Fried Poetry

A comprehensive tour of the mind of a burnt out feller living in Tennessee as seen through his poetry.

Monday, January 10, 2005

If Not for You

If not for you, then what would be for whom?
You've got me under a deep, dark spell,
Like with a broom,
And life would simply be hell
If not for you.

If not for you, darling love,
The great sun would never see my smile.
I'd never have a reason to look to the angels above,
And life would just be one horrendously long mile,
A long damn mile,
If not for you.

If not for you, sweety pie,
With whom, then, would I fall in love?
For whom, then, would I for then cry?
Who would I then proclaim as my angel dove?
Life would simply not be worth living
If not for you.

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