Calm
A sensation new to me
The feeling of peace, relaxation
Only found from deep within
I slowly blink, the sun putting me to sleep
I count the leaves like counting sheep
I awaken to a breeze and begin to shiver
Blinded by the darkness, which way is home?
I feel alone; not anything new
I hear sounds nearby. What am I supposed to do?
Just lay here all night and hope to survive
Time flying Your presence neglected I'll see you next week At least, I hope You're growing old Our memories, so little Grab my hand...
It's been a year since I could see properly Since I had a breath of fresh air You were never there, that I could hardly bare Just an...
Petals falling from my head I start to shrivel up at the thought of losing you I bloom when you are near Ear to ear, I smile with you...
Beautiful! - Your writings strike a chord within me, and the key word is 'HOPE". With hope, there is always a continuation of 'what perhaps might be'...