Tell Him My Time Is Flying
26 June, 2009
Author: Karla Bardanza
Tell him my time is flying…
Tell him my petals are scattered on the floor…
Tell him I am dying….
Tell him I won’t see him anymore…
Tell him my hands are tied…
Tell him I can’t bear the pain…
Tell him my flowers cried…
Tell him nothing will be the same again…
Tell him I won’t implore…
Tell him the door is still ajar…
Tell him I can’t wait more…
Tell him he left me some scars…
Tell him my poems are memories
Written in silence and delight.
Tell him my days are grey and
My nights have no light.
Tell him I got lost among the flowers…
Tell him I live to count the minutes
And the hours…
Tell him what he can’t see…
Tell him he still lives inside of me.
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| Colin (69.157.15.10) -- Saturday, June 27 2009, 06:32 pm Tell him that he lives for your poetry! |
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