I thought I'd found it
In your laugh like wind chimes,
And in your eyes that always found mine.
It wasn't mine to hold.
I used to believe it continued
In late nights in,
4 am,
Coffee and green tea.
And I grew so tired.
At one point I thought
It could be fabricated,
Manufactured by somethings that meant nothing.
I have yet to find it.
I believe, through fault of my own
I must have missed it.
It must have lay in every new beginning,
And in what I passed
While in its pursuit.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 10:46 PM UTC
I thought I'd found it
In your laugh like wind chimes,
And in your eyes that always found mine.
It wasn't mine to hold.
I used to believe it continued
In late nights in,
4 am,
Coffee and green tea.
And I grew so tired.
At one point I thought
It could be fabricated,
Manufactured by somethings that meant nothing.
I have yet to find it.
I believe, through fault of my own
I must have missed it.
It must have lay in every new beginning,
And in what I passed
While in its pursuit.
Quick note to myself to slow down.
