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November winds call to me.
I long to fly in the cold,
bone chilling air.
To make friends with the leaves
that dance around me.
To breathe in the fall
and exhale the winter.
These autumn nights
are attached to me,
and I to them.
This cold and me
we are a lot a like.
We both blow free in the wind
until winters dead end
stops us cold.
We live inside boundaries
and time slots;
yet we keep on pretending
that we are our own.
Though in reality
we are only just a season.
Lost souls riding on the breeze
searching for purpose and reason.
These feelings for you
they have me wound up tight.
I'm young but impatient.
They say I'm gonna miss these days.
I long for that house on the hillside
those late night talks
and good morning kisses.
To rolling over at 2 a.m. with you by my side.
To calling you mine for the long haul.
The faces of children with my eyes and your smile.
When we are young and free
or old and weak.
I wanna feel your love forever.
Don’t beg me, don’t cry for me, don’t feel anything for me.
Love shouldn’t make me feel guilty.
Love is a bond not a trap.
A feeling not a lock.
When at a point as this I’d rather feel your hate.
I’m sick of worrying my pleading will be too late

Don’t doubt what we know was real.
Love grows slow
But with a rise
Always comes the demise
I’m hiding from my fear
I don’t wanna believe these threats are real

Don’t think I’m heartless
Just ‘cause I can’t feel
You can blame yourself
For creating the past
That robbed that ability from me
I just wanna be free.
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