Your name rolls easily off my tongue, Into the air, My hands seem shaky as if grabbing Something that isnít there What is this that I feel? An opinion that has never been modified A certain dose of patience Never before known, yet always denied Itís the subject of time That fills my mind Itís the questioning of time That leaves us behind
I see you sit and ponder alot, 'eh? That's good... Very interesting insight into the thing that gets us all....TIME. Not enough of it for sure...I am a dreamer, so it's my worst enemy I fear. LOL I spend so much time thinking through what I'm going to do, I hardly even get started on a darn thing! hehehe Geat poem!
HOW did I miss this one earlier??? wow... all that "flirting" must have distracted me from my stalking...see what you've started... LOL this one is shows your reflective moments their best... I love the last lines... stalking you always..jm
...every moment of every day... your still with me in every way. every poem and song... every rhyme and verse... your still here...like a beautiful curse. janet marie