Wandering along the shoreline
A lonely figure on the sand
A woman silently thinking
With a notebook in her hand
Dreams and aspirations
Floating round her head
Trying desperately to reconnect
To parts of her long since dead
So many tales of sadness
A heart so full of woe
It really is a tragedy
To see her silent tears flow
Her shoulder's hunched in sadness
Her broken heart a love does seek
If she can find the strength once more
To forget the man that made her meek
Such beauty all around her
But does she even see
There's chains of steal around her heart
Longing to be free
She turns and walks so boldly
Her footprints in the sand
That woman silently thinking
With a notebook in her hand
Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 5:16 AM UTC
Wandering along the shoreline
A lonely figure on the sand
A woman silently thinking
With a notebook in her hand
Dreams and aspirations
Floating round her head
Trying desperately to reconnect
To parts of her long since dead
So many tales of sadness
A heart so full of woe
It really is a tragedy
To see her silent tears flow
Her shoulder's hunched in sadness
Her broken heart a love does seek
If she can find the strength once more
To forget the man that made her meek
Such beauty all around her
But does she even see
There's chains of steal around her heart
Longing to be free
She turns and walks so boldly
Her footprints in the sand
That woman silently thinking
With a notebook in her hand
Michelle Quick copyright 2010