Premonition
I anxiously await the latest words or thoughts from your lips,
trying not to let my mind and heart eclipse.
For if they do all reason will be thrown aside,
and you will find it harder to confide.
Seems that all aspects of my life are in purgatory,
like somebody else was writing my story.
The sound of your voice the touch of your hand the beat of your heart,
all of this and more is miss as we're apart.
Disdain for myself fills my mind every morning when I wake,
cursed to always feel regret from my mistakes.
The premonition of our lives together is obscure,
and although I am far from perfect my love for you has always been pure.
Copyright © Jon B. Rangel | Year Posted 2007
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