The Garden
the garden of your love
where I so much wish to dwell
seems overgrown with weeds
of hurt and and disappointment,
I can tell
there must be a way somehow
for me to prove my worth
if not I will be consigned
to walk forever on this earth
love doesn't come that easy
nor leave so quickly either
I don't really understand it much
I wish I had a magic wand
to make all things "just so"
such luck, I am afraid,
that I will never know..
so we'll sleep apart again
as in so many countless nights
but dreams are my consolation
in my darkness, its only lights
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment