And if I must tell the truth
As my mind wonders of you
And it's strange to see
A witching hour making me
feel on top of the world;
For once.
In this late night conversation with the moon
He tells me once again of the sun
And I tell him of you
And whilst I could write
A million metaphors with the sky
There isn't a way to explain
What goes through my mind
And it's strange to think
That whilst you consume my thoughts
I may not cross yours
So you can give me
your worst excuses;
Any reason to stay
I'll follow blindly
And if I am just an echo
Of writers before
Then let it be said again
That though the world is beautiful
It is better for having you
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W O N D E R I N G
PoetryA collection of open letters and spoken word poems written by myself.
