Tuesday, February 1, 2011

The things I write sometimes 1:2- 6/24/09

breathing in the ocean air i feel the ache befall me

what started as just a thought has now become desperate longing

i dig my toes into the sand begging my heart to slow

but just beneath this thin facade the tears threaten to finally flow

biting my lip i plead with my eyes to wait just one day longer

will groans forever wait to overthrow the calm which i borrowed?

the waves dance upon my buried feet wishing they would follow

the wind caresses my porcelain skin willing me away from the shallow

you stand beside my frail frame promising you’ll never stray away

but i miss you

i miss you even as you hold me

even as you speak my name

your voice is the one that i long for

i still miss you

and the ache

it remains.

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