Come Back - Sonnet
I pick a rose and think of your red lips,
I stare at the sky and see your blue eyes,
I see the swan, into the pond it dips,
I think of you and I start to cry.
I imagine your shadow in the trees,
You are walking along, then disappear,
I carry on home, walking with the breeze,
My hand feels my face and touches a tear.
I wept on my bed not wanting to live,
I needed you back so much that it hurt,
I know it's not right, but I wouldn't give,
I just lay there and cried, I went berserk.
Oh why did you leave me, my pure white dove?
Despairs upon me, I need you my love.
-- Claire Baker, 12 Years
Copyright © Claire Baker | Year Posted 2011
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