morning June 21, 2009
Posted by meehoon in life, love, philosophy, poem, poetry, song.Tags: cry, dream, love, morning, past, poem, poetry
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i woke up in the morning
wondered if i had cried
i knew i was dreaming
but the sight had striked
it was his hand you’re holding
waiting for the ride
from far i was staring
i was tearing inside
i couldn’t bear the sight
i was not alright
i walked away, i had stage fright
but why they shifted the spotlight
i was crying
don’t you make me pouring
stop asking stop comforting
i was nodding or shaking?
As she looks upon the stars
The surface of the earth blushes
The memories of her lingering in my eyes
The ocean washes softly and touches her bare flesh
Her eyes cut through my steel hard defense
Soothing me inside
My head speaks a language that I can’t understand, am I lost?
How can one be complete with her by my side?
Winter is my only excuse
Raindrops are my only disguise
Love is the only conclusion I can deduce
My heart is sanguine, fallen and in need of guidance
For she is my princess and my world
Without her I will never be whole
hmm…a good one!