Since we started down this path
Then I had no doubts
That we could make it last
Seeking without fear
The things that I would need
The things I thought you had
To make this love succeed
The sun hides behind clouds
That’s when the shadows fall
Truth in what was here
Hidden behind your wall
The love that I once glimpsed
A virtual paradise
But dreams will come to end
With the rising of the tide
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
1 comment:
Forlorne writing, lass, Keep up the good work ye have begun.
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