Typing Times

These are typing times
But love I find
Across land and sea
With a push of a key
I can fly
Yet wonder why
You are not mine
In these typing times

It was a different type
Back before the hype

A girl like you to see
Back when love was free
Before the age of Papyrus
Was there ever a chance for us?

The types, they are a changing
Voices rearranging

Roman and Ransom
Am I handsome?
In all my words
You’re beautiful girl

These are the types that try men’s souls
Chiller , html code

Scary and horrific lines
Rejected and denied
While others say forget her
To link U and I together

But of course typing is everything
Try with such Calligraphy

I call you pretty and nice
Won’t be like all those guys
Don’t you understand?
My love’s not Jokerman

A type for everything
But not for you and me

Give me millions of perfect words
From me, unworthy of you girl
With these hands, this face, this time
I can’t seem to make you mine

These are typing times
But love I find
Across land and sea
A and Z
Yet wonder why
You type “goodbye”
You’re not mine
In these typing times

Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.


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