Poetry

Done For

“But there was something about you
that made me feel like I was home.
You were everything I ever wanted.”

Maybe it was the spring in your step.
Or the smell of your hair
whenever you passed me by.
But there was something
about you that made me
feel like I was home.
It was safe. It was contentment.
It was everything I ever wanted.
You and that beautiful
big heart of yours.

© Sarah Doughty

And when you called me
your Spanish rose, I was done for.

This was written for day six
of November Notes.
Spanish Rose (Original Stereo Mix)
by Van Morrison

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