Saturday, May 1, 2010

Years, Miles and Dreams

Bleh. It started okay and then ended roughly. Oh well... One day poem writing will not only start easily but end also. One day.

One day this will all be gone,
The days we counted that seemed so long,
It'll leave us, a pure memory at last.
Once our present, will be our past.
We waited for years, miles and dreams.
Because without you, nothing is at is seems.

"I long to be with you, like the bird longs to sing"

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