as seasons change
my thoughts rearrange
themselves
and focus upon
a heart un-won
but still beating
slowly retreating
while deciding
whether
there truly is a place
or if all this time
is lost and a waste
pondering
should it move on
rhythmically
creating a bond
and lasting
token
of words not
spoken
but felt
between two
me
you
as green leaves give
way to fall hues
my soul
shuts down and sings
the blues
yearning for a
completion
that is often
promised
but remains
just the same
unrealized
in my eyes
but what do I know
of this thing
we call
"getting to know"
impatience is my
calling card
with pretty much
a disregard
for time and place
and need
for
space
i mean nothing by
it
just my spoiled
adult fit
as brisk cold
winds
will surely
usher in
continued uncertainty
and winter
ponderings
by warm chimneys
where you'll
lie on my breast
and we'll laugh
and jest
at the ranges
my mind
takes
as the
season changes
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 9:22 PM UTC
as seasons change
my thoughts rearrange
themselves
and focus upon
a heart un-won
but still beating
slowly retreating
while deciding
whether
there truly is a place
or if all this time
is lost and a waste
pondering
should it move on
rhythmically
creating a bond
and lasting
token
of words not
spoken
but felt
between two
me
you
as green leaves give
way to fall hues
my soul
shuts down and sings
the blues
yearning for a
completion
that is often
promised
but remains
just the same
unrealized
in my eyes
but what do I know
of this thing
we call
"getting to know"
impatience is my
calling card
with pretty much
a disregard
for time and place
and need
for
space
i mean nothing by
it
just my spoiled
adult fit
as brisk cold
winds
will surely
usher in
continued uncertainty
and winter
ponderings
by warm chimneys
where you'll
lie on my breast
and we'll laugh
and jest
at the ranges
my mind
takes
as the
season changes