Monday, 1 March 2010

suppose - (1st March 2010)

I propose that I was unsure of your state.
For I didn't really understand or figure in time.
Supposing perhaps an hours recovery.
Or a week to brew yourself.

Whatever was hidden in the starlit night.
Racing the streaks of heaven.
Could you ever have been one
to whisper while I slept.

This ride is so lonesome without you.
Just remember for when I am home again,
To smile and maybe force a laugh.
Try recall when you and I were happy.

And please keep my swan song close

No comments:

Post a Comment