I fear the time,
The time of change.
The time of which all ends.
Not the next beginning,
Not the moment of ceasefire,
But the moment before.
The moment of which I must speak,
Speak and say goodbye.
I do not fear most,
But you I fear above all else.
The sad chords of the violin,
They ring in my ear.
The bellow,
That of the great cello.
I can barely take it.
The suspense,
The ever looming end.
I don't want to say it,
But,
Hello.
I want to be for you,
If you'd only take a humble child.
YOU ARE READING
Words to match a Rose
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D
