Who Am I
As she stands there looking on.
She'll never know that I am gone.
We passed each other in the wind.
She never new that I had sinned.
The world stood still in all it's chaos.
The destined dust of two soul's loss.
Scatters dreams amidst the turmoil.
Returning love back to the soil.
Unanswered quest's and lost desire.
Are all that's left to feed the fire.
She stands there blowing in the breeze.
That's removed life's leaves from the tree's.
Who am I to ever ask.
In her beauty to ever bask.
She's just a girl with raven hair.
I'm just a boy who doesn't dare.
Robert Johnson
For Constance La France's contest The Unwritten
Written on July 3rd,2011
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