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 Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 6:16 am
lying awake beneath cotton sheets
your face is the only one on my mind
this hot and humid july night
cicadas chirp but i cannot hear them
seeing us running through green grasses
and skipping like little children do
giggling about stupid things just because
holding hands and blowing bubbles in the moonlight
forgetting isn't all that easy, i've tried
to block you out of my mind, it's useless
your face simply won't budge from my memory
so instead i try & concentrate on the good times
can't get to bed with the weight of my thoughts
i try to quiet my racing mind, but no luck
giving in to the little rememberings that resurface
oh, if only you were here to share in them, baby
to each his or her own pathway in life
if only you still wanted to traverse along mine
wishing away my days and long sleepless nights
for just a bit of fairydust to twinkle in my eyes
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 10:39 am
The first two stanzas made it seem like this was going to be joyful, then the third stanza threw reality in my face. A very well written and very moving piece. Had me thinking of my own past experiences, which is what a great author can do...make someone relate to their work.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 11:01 am
im_is_a_zombie The first two stanzas made it seem like this was going to be joyful, then the third stanza threw reality in my face. A very well written and very moving piece. Had me thinking of my own past experiences, which is what a great author can do...make someone relate to their work.
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