Wednesday, July 11, 2012

When you're with me


When you're with me 
the minutes fly like frightened birds,
but when you're gone
they crawl like snails on scattered shards
of broken glass;
a shattered mass
of sweet daydreams
strange as it seems --
For you were here
Here on this chair...
Now there is none
but empty air.


When you're with me
something unsaid seems just right,
but when you're gone
doubt creeps out like snakes, on nights
of restless gloom
alone in my room
a gust of pain
brings acid rain.
O if only time could move
back. If only it could freeze
those happy moments --  memories.

 

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