I imagine what it would be like to hold you
And keep you safe while the world falls apart.
I dream of stroking you hair behind your ear
And to tell you that everything will be alright.
Guilt embraces me as I picture you doleful
Just so I can be there to dry your tears.
A single moment holds my anticipation—
To brush your fair cheek and touch your lips.
Alas my simplicity holds my voice,
Inhibition is created deep within my breast.
Late nights are spent lying wakeful,
Wishing I was the one who knew you best.
DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com
1 comments:
That just made me cry. You are a beautiful writer
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