Talking for hours by a roaring fire
Dancing the dance of lovers
Advancing, retreating, all the while wondering what the other is thinking.
A tender kiss in the morning light
Frost on the ground
Feeling, reeling, not knowing what the future might be bringing.
A long drive alone with time to think
Has it gone too far?
Pacing, mind racing, is it just an indiscretion you’re not facing?
Days go by without a word
Emotions ebb and flow
Anticipating, heart aching, expecting too much? Is he reciprocating?
Too much to do
No time to think it through
Forgetting, regretting, I don’t know – do you?
(c) Oh to be a 40's Torch Singer.
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3 comments:
you are a better poet than i.
all of my poems must ryme.
expressing feelings, i cannot lie
gets harder and harder with time.
True poets, you know how they feel
they can make you happy or sad
a heart they can break or may heal
uplift a spirit, or even make mad
Did I make you mad, Ron? LOL
no, just a slave to rhymes.
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