How could I have known,
Where I would be now.
Shaken, tired, alone--
What I would allow.
Always softly dreaming,
Of paper and the books.
The quiet way I'm screaming,
From only ***** looks.
Empty promises and broken dreams.
My meager earnings:
For charming schemes,
And animal yearnings.
Awash a lonely beach,
Tempered by the world.
Amazed of my own reach,
Like a hurricane unfurled.
Now, gone is neutrality,
Along with strife.
Embrace my reality:
Your love, my life.
I wait, for what's worthwhile,
With a packed suitcase.
For you are an outrageous smile,
That spills across my face.
On a hectic afternoon,
My only solace.
Finding the missing lune,
And gaining purpose.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 7:23 PM UTC
How could I have known,
Where I would be now.
Shaken, tired, alone--
What I would allow.
Always softly dreaming,
Of paper and the books.
The quiet way I'm screaming,
From only ***** looks.
Empty promises and broken dreams.
My meager earnings:
For charming schemes,
And animal yearnings.
Awash a lonely beach,
Tempered by the world.
Amazed of my own reach,
Like a hurricane unfurled.
Now, gone is neutrality,
Along with strife.
Embrace my reality:
Your love, my life.
I wait, for what's worthwhile,
With a packed suitcase.
For you are an outrageous smile,
That spills across my face.
On a hectic afternoon,
My only solace.
Finding the missing lune,
And gaining purpose.
Copyright 2012 - Julee Lennox
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