The mind drifts,
Away and away,
To that far away place
Where my Heart stays.
It resides with you
In that place I long to be.
Here in class we chit and chat:
We gabble in Spanish,
We scribble in writing,
We yammer in literature,
And we run for sport,
But no matter the distraction
My Heart escapes.
To thoughts of you
It goes to wait.
Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 12:26 AM UTC
The mind drifts,
Away and away,
To that far away place
Where my Heart stays.
It resides with you
In that place I long to be.
Here in class we chit and chat:
We gabble in Spanish,
We scribble in writing,
We yammer in literature,
And we run for sport,
But no matter the distraction
My Heart escapes.
To thoughts of you
It goes to wait.
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