I am speechless, but I find something to say.
Something to fill the silence, the empty space, the 1,000 miles that I have gone away.
My hands are shaking, a nervous sense overwhelms my thoughts.
All this that had been put behind, resurfaces and sucks me into the waves I have fought.
Striking me with memories put to past.
Feels like just yesterday, the days go by so fast.
Knowing that the time is wrong,
just one day away, is far too long.
Holding you close, I don’t want to leave your side.
Another day and I’ll be taking another ride,
to another place, where I can’t see your beautiful face.
Still up late at night, thinking of your eyes , your touch, your smile.
Wishing that someday we might be with each other for more than just a while.
Our last moment together plays and replays,
you are my silence, you fill my empty space.
"every morning I rise with the sun carrying the fire within, every evening i set with it only to rise up again. the core of my being is my soul returns,Dancing the very air that it breathes the fire within me will never die
Story Untold!
words are SPOKEN,
but no one HEARS,
words are BROKEN,
and so fallen TEARS,
forgotten PLACES,
leave it all BEHIND,
and so fading FACES,
with memories to REMIND,
everything gone AWAY,
with a blink of an EYE,
look for the words to SAY,
ask yourself WHY,
i'll write these PAGES,
my story UNTOLD,
escapes these CAGES,
my story UNFOLDS
but no one HEARS,
words are BROKEN,
and so fallen TEARS,
forgotten PLACES,
leave it all BEHIND,
and so fading FACES,
with memories to REMIND,
everything gone AWAY,
with a blink of an EYE,
look for the words to SAY,
ask yourself WHY,
i'll write these PAGES,
my story UNTOLD,
escapes these CAGES,
my story UNFOLDS
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I'M NOT GREED by Santhosh Sagar N is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 India License.
Based on a work at www.poorboy1.blogspot.com.