Does her pale face trace back bright,
Does her eyes flutter as she remembers our spite,
Does the mails of day makes her anxious for one
That might be from me, may we talk again some night?
Does all she thinks all day consists me,
Does she feel as if only one could turn back time,
So that what happened, will be like it never did,
And we'll be laughing together on our harmless crimes?
Does her day also feels as if streched to eternity,
Does her friends seem not so interesting anymore,
Does her family see the frown on her face as they glimpse,
As she thinks of me and me alone?
Shall she be dying to ring me up,
And tell me her mind, as she splits in two,
And cry and laugh and be alright? Tell me,
Does she miss me too?
Does she remember my fragrance, and claims it,
Does she daydream the path, we laid to flight?
Will she be longing my touch as I do hers,
Will she break in tears on my sight?
Does she feels detached, drowned in a pool,
Does she try to grasp up air on misty haze?
Does she regret her doings, and wish to make it right,
But can't find the courage of facing my gaze?
For let her be assured, I won't look her down,
I'll grab her tight as she makes it through
But all for if she does feel so, so tell me,
Does she miss me too?
Does she miss me too?
YOU ARE READING
A Quarrel in the Brain Park
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, at different points of my life. Hope you relate to them at some point. Also to remember, it's a collection of poems so there are many genres. See if you'll like either of them.
