Monday, January 28, 2013

WHY



WHY

We prance, we dance, we evade. we sing, we laugh, we cry over the mundane
Why does this hope feel like a precarious cliff, why does it feel like I’m fulfilling the “ifs”
Why darling, why, did this love find its way home? And since love’s been gone, has it weakened? Has it grown?
Eternal we’ll last, time has no hold on us. It was us before it begun, we’re whole, when together we’re one.
I’m determined to write myself upon thy soul. To build you, mold you, back to the old you. Trust in me my dear, my direction is unblemished. I encourage you to enjoy life, and have the things that you relish.
It’s time for a new dawn, a new view, time for you to see colors in different hues. It’s time to make a choice, and you know what to chooseTo see that smile I hold so dearly, to look forward, to a new you

1 comment:

  1. Love should always be able to find it's way home... Beautiful poem, seems like a lucky girl there. :)

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