"briefh" poems
If this doesn't work out
They say it never do
If living too far apart
Just make us forget
If we stop talking
Skip seeing and eventually
Start forgetting
If we then see each other
In a coffee house, in the street
Finally in the same town
If you look up at me and smile
Hope, and I would be back in your arms
Even for a briefh moment, yours
If you would hold me again
Telling me you haven't found someone new
Forever darling, it would be you
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC