Here we are.
Together once more.
Near or far,
You're the person I look for.
But standing beside you,
On this stage,
Making music in the colours of blue,
I forget about our age.
You may have to go,
But even without you here,
The notes and rhythms flow,
And I can feel you near.
Do what you must,
But in our past; I trust.
YOU ARE READING
That Poetry Book
PoetryThis book is a compilation of all original poetry written by me (unless otherwise stated). The poems inside range from love to nature to sports, and everything in between. I'm going to try to incorporate as many genres as possible. This is the firs...
