I looked for love everywhere.
I looked upstairs.
I looked behind the fridge.
I looked inside my pencil case
And underneath the bridge.
But it wasn’t there.
I looked for love – everywhere.
I looked under my pillow.
I looked inside my car.
I even looked up a girl’s skirt
And down her bra.
But it wasn’t there.
I looked for love – everywhere.
I searched through my drawers.
I combed through the grass.
I checked under my finger nails
During French class.
But it wasn’t there.
I looked for love – everywhere.
It wasn’t in England.
It wasn’t across the sea.
It wasn’t in the sky.
I found it in –
Me.
More great poetry Craig and done in such a witty, amusing way yet with topics that are far from amusing. Love the way you write.
ReplyDeleteThis is the one I like so far, Craig... I mean, I really like this one a lot... It so sums up how we're always looking for love in the wrong places, when we should spend time finding it in ourselves first.
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