Waiting for the door to open To see the flowers bloom Waiting to see your face Come running where darkness looms
As I sit here, patiently still My mind wanders to those days Where we would run up the hill To listen to the winds of May
I remember the shine in your eyes Thinking they would make diamonds shy Your voice weaving tiny white lies Blinding me with the sparkles of the sky
You said you would come back With a heart full of commitment and cash "Wait here by the old dirt track," Bring me a bouquet with a sash
I've lost count of missing you Lingering my gaze upon the stars Hoping your heart feels a pull For my love for you is still behind bars.
Saturday, September 25, 2010,7:21 PM |
i am fifteen years old, and fell in love with poetry recently.
okay, and maybe not only with that.
feel free to be inspired by the world. don't lock all your emotions inside you, express them and share.
share with someone who listens.
with the world.
the world needs more inspirations than tears, you know.
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind."
thankyou for visiting. I hope something here makes you smile.