I have held on to hopeless dreams of you and me,
I spent time on pondering but it seems unhealthy.
It was a short ride, but I swear you were my favorite tide.
I met you weeks before graduation,
I couldn't say congratulations.
You were a sight to see,
but we would never be.
I would watch you leave,
as my thoughts plead you to turn around,
listen to the sound,
couldn't you hear it?
turn around,
we were bound,
couldn't you feel it?
YOU ARE READING
scattered thoughts
PoetryExcerpts from a book I'll probably never write. Unfiltered and scattered poems.
