I saw you once,
Hiding behind the shadows
In your eyes,
And asked you,
What it was you knew,
That filled with you with
Such sadness that turned
Your eyes so midnight blue…
You smiled,
As lovers often do,
And turned away,
Not wanting to answer that day,
And I wondered if you knew
I heard what you could not say…
That darkness is my friend,
And I know it well,
For here I live,
In my private hell,
Where the shadows
Of things to come
Are more real,
Than you touch,
That I pretend to feel…
And I wonder now,
Why I didn’t listen to you,
What was it that made me run away?
Seek protection from one
Who could only play,
But never be as real as you,
And I wonder too,
Why I could not stay…
Perhaps I feared those shadows,
Behind your eyes,
Would lift one day,
And see me true ,
And know that I
Have always loved you…
Reindeer,
sighhhhhhhhh email messed up tried to reach you several times. "Perhaps I feared those shadows,
Behind your eyes,
Would lift one day,
And see me true,
And know that I
Have always loved you… "
This is beautiful
Peggy
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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tinka
Blessings, Diane
Thank you for reading my work.
I heard what you could not say…
Exceptional line and poem.
Why I didn?t listen to you,
What was it that made me run away?
i wonder sometimes too...deep thoughts here
Bonnie
sighhhhhhhhh email messed up tried to reach you several times. "Perhaps I feared those shadows,
Behind your eyes,
Would lift one day,
And see me true,
And know that I
Have always loved you… "
This is beautiful
Peggy
All words planted in raw sincerity, sunburst on the brow of morrows dawn. Words yes, such as these..worthy, and painted in salt tears.
Rodney
Be blessed,
Betty