An Extra Something

An Extra Something
by Michael Doyle

It's another round of birthday cheers,
I celebrate the time of passing years.
There's been so much love that's felt so high,
It's led to times when I wished that I would die.

The alien gods of February know this art,
As they tear at shreds of each other's hearts.
I love the feel of that some place called nowhere.
It has the quiet that allows a soul to care.

There are so many things that I would do
To make these feelings of love come true.
You've taught me the thrill of everything.
The thrill of my life and an extra something.

That is life's audition brought to play,
Stuck here with you and not sure of what to say.
I stumble over getting to know you better.
My God, the way that you wear that sweater.

The alien gods of February know this art,
As they tear at shreds of each other's hearts.
I love the feel of that some place called nowhere.
It has the quiet that allows a soul to care.

The truth of this is quite a must.
I find myself hoping we won't come to a bust.
Avoiding the drift, we work at being close.
Life is life, and every step is one of those.

Our mistakes, we don't need to complain.
It's the moments of life that we can't explain.
There's a vista that I see in your eyes
You're suddenly everything that I was born to recognize.

The alien gods of February know this art,
As they tear at shreds of each other's hearts.
I love the feel of that some place called nowhere.
It has the quiet that allows a soul to care.

A few chords spill across the empty keyboard.
It's a melody that moves ever toward.
With a kiss, we suddenly fall in love,
Self-aware of the moon shining down from above.

Your eyes are shining, cresting legendary.
My startled expression must seem so contrary.
There you are again inside my loving arms,
And here I am again, lost inside your charms.

The alien gods of February know this art,
As they tear at shreds of each other's hearts.
I love the feel of that some place called nowhere.
It has the quiet that allows a soul to care.

(c) February 3, 2026 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
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About alohapromisesforever

Writer, poet, musician, surfer, father of two princesses.
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