Tis but a walk
down the worn path
these thoughts that race
through my head
Chasing themselves
in a downward spiral
Running away again and again.
I stroll alone
but I dance with him
in the recesses of my mind...
He stares at me
through soft hazel eyes;
they shine away
with the love he knows.
One last dance is all I can ask
for one last moment
I want to hold...
the gaze I've always adored.
But I dance alone
in these empty street
and hold my hands
inside my heart.
I look at the sky
and remember his eyes
and a smile...
parts my lips
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An old one from an old account. Revised a little to sound better to me. I just feel the need to post ANYTHING since it's been so long since I have posted.
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