Monday, November 7, 2016

...is like trying to grasp the wind.

I showered you with attention;
I spoke your name in love;
My feelings for you was no invention;
It was you I placed above;

Now when I look your way;
You turn your head and sigh;
And soon, I fear, will be the day;
That to each other we say goodbye.

© 2016 RTS Works

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