Nothing Special

[Robert Neville]

I wrote this poem about Morrissey, just though I would share it with you all









Nothing Special

Little gifts and little miracles
Lie dormant on the path of fate
If people say you’re nothing special
They don’t know what
They mean

Little sparkles left by little angels
Bleed through the doorway
If people say you’re nothing special
They obviously haven’t
Met you

Little songs and little music
Written from the heart
If people say you’re nothing special
They obviously haven’t
Read them

 

[Brel]

Nevermind, your bus will be here soon.

 

[Robert Neville]

my bus London transport? are you mad, i'll be waiting for days