My guitar thrums as I play,
While I sing a a song I've prepared all day.
Do you remember this little tune?
So sweet but it ends too soon.
Hopefully it'll make its way to you,
Unlike all of those letters that I wrote,
Inside bottles they float.
Will you come down and sing with me?
I know its not really your thing,
But I miss the way you sing...
I see your hand beckoning beneath the waves,
If I take it together we'll spend our days,
As we used to in our youthful haze.
But the sun is setting,
It's time for me to leave here,
Leaving you all alone,
But it'll be alright,
I'll come back another day.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poems
PoetryWhen the world rages around you, When no one can find you, When you're ready to leave, Be it by land or sea, You'll always have me. Me and this book of poems. So when you are ready to leave... Please, Please take a poem or three, That they might bri...
