Thepastslonglegs

-Tired of the wind, as it still blows, Willow tree branches bend free, as the neighbors trash skidders across the lawn 
Birds and the bees always have been and love is misunderstood when seeing a broken hearted victims yawn 
I’ll grovel, begging on my knees to have those feelings back 
What is left  in the quality of timed romance, I’d lack 
Her eyes once sparkled as dawn now sets a firm hold on tomorrow 
Laughing all day then, never to believe the core of  our love was to be sorrow
Emptied like the sand squeezed through an hourglass, we fell into a time spent heap
When  sure as in a dream, remembering  boredoms  yawn, ending in a mind troubled sleep…….
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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