I'll sing to you
And you'll answer me one day.
I'll send you a message
And you'll reply back one day.
I'll dance in the sunset,
Swing from the trees
On the backs of my knees.
Show me your sorrow
And I'll show you my pain
There's always a tomorrow
To see you again
On the backs of the clouds
Behind the setting sun
Where Time took you away.
The day you left,
Dressed in satin with ribbons of gold,
There wasn't a hand for me to hold.
But hand me your joy,
Your memories and grace,
And I'll live for the both of us.
~October
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Hiraeth
PoetryHireath: (n) A homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. For the home I haven't yet returned to. ***************************** A book of poems and the occasional response to writing prompts. Or both. My es...
