In the distant past

Posted by Zave | Posted in , | Posted on 18:20

They said it is all a game the mind plays,
But they probably didn't feel my heart race.
A hint of joy, a bit of pride, and a hell of a lust.

It would wear down, was the first thought,
For they had predicted it to be so, long ago,
Conveniently leaving out that it lingers, the taste of it.

Often a thought, seldom a dream, and always a smile,
Not a care in the world, and a pair of wings to fly,
"It depends", they argued frivolously, but who cared!

That time, the last time I was myself,
On that strange day when you were mine!

Comments (0)

Post a Comment

I've written what I could,
Its time you write what you want,

Related Posts with Thumbnails