twenty years ago
her loose strand of hair lingers over her face
i brush it back gently
and a tear slips free
i can see in her eye
that she wishes that somebody would stop her
that she could escape this charade
i can see its bitter on her lips
i can see it makes her feel so small
so we escaped together
and found ourselfs a happy home to build
a future she told me, a future she promised me
the soft hand slips in
and the next line writes itself
its her that im living for
its her smile that that makes it bearable
its her her loving words that make it understandable
its her eyes that see me
its the future that she promised me was coming
its the future that she promised me was coming
why isn't she saying anything
why are her eyes dark and distant
short lived in this half-light serenade
the tide has withdrawn
leaving me in the cold spray of a winter rain
silence in her eyes
silence on her lips
its so cold here...why wont she speak
why do we linger here
i wish someone would stop me
wish that i could escape this charade
and she died there twenty years this day
at the spring tide just at dawn
she will never speak the world to me
will never smile the day for me
never whisper the love with me
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
twenty years ago
her loose strand of hair lingers over her face
i brush it back gently
and a tear slips free
i can see in her eye
that she wishes that somebody would stop her
that she could escape this charade
i can see its bitter on her lips
i can see it makes her feel so small
so we escaped together
and found ourselfs a happy home to build
a future she told me, a future she promised me
the soft hand slips in
and the next line writes itself
its her that im living for
its her smile that that makes it bearable
its her her loving words that make it understandable
its her eyes that see me
its the future that she promised me was coming
its the future that she promised me was coming
why isn't she saying anything
why are her eyes dark and distant
short lived in this half-light serenade
the tide has withdrawn
leaving me in the cold spray of a winter rain
silence in her eyes
silence on her lips
its so cold here...why wont she speak
why do we linger here
i wish someone would stop me
wish that i could escape this charade
and she died there twenty years this day
at the spring tide just at dawn
she will never speak the world to me
will never smile the day for me
never whisper the love with me
LOL...relationships...she keeps deleting this poem, i keep putting it back up...Babe, i write em, you read em...not i write em, you delete em... :-)
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