Beneath the willow
A young man sits, wishing past
Would fade at last
To silence his past
Seems but a feverish dream
A distant hope, lost
To blot out these marks
Would cleanse his scarred past of pain
Give a final piece
But what of his loss
Losing the small good times had
Those fleeting moments
A smile, high laughter
Eyes like earth, hiding rare gems
To be with her, love
Beneath the willow
A repentant old man sits
Glad to save those Gems
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
Beneath the willow
A young man sits, wishing past
Would fade at last
To silence his past
Seems but a feverish dream
A distant hope, lost
To blot out these marks
Would cleanse his scarred past of pain
Give a final piece
But what of his loss
Losing the small good times had
Those fleeting moments
A smile, high laughter
Eyes like earth, hiding rare gems
To be with her, love
Beneath the willow
A repentant old man sits
Glad to save those Gems