Another poetic moment (;
Waiting.
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 |
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