The road is long to look upon.
My heart feels so very small.
I sit and wait of you to come,
For I know that you'll be gone.
So here I'll wait for your return,
So you can hold me till you're gone.
But I can only wait so long,
So hold me till your gone.
There you stand in front of me,
With eyes of hidden glee.
I've waited so long to look upon,
Those eyes gazing back at me.
So before those eyes turn away,
And leave on that road long.
Let me feel your warm embrace,
Please hold me till you're gone.
YOU ARE READING
The Story Within
PoetryIn my heart there's a story. A story that tells who I am. Who I want to,who I will be. And know one will stop me.
