Time is running out.
I walk on egg shells, I got no carriage,
And I wait to see if you are Spanish,
Or Norwegian, or maybe,
You come from Japan; I await to see.
If that is the case and my future is in my hands,
I will love always and I will give you my thanks,
Because if destiny exists, there is a Princess
And true love, truly is, priceless.
I have tried my best; it’s time to confess,
That these are my words, my words for her
And love is my passion, with no guaranteed satisfaction,
But if I had things all my own way,
Baggy jeans would be back in fashion.
I would like to raise a nation of my own seedlings,
To become great thinkers, unlike me,
And they would always speak their minds freely,
And read other people’s poetry, from time to time;
I hope they read mine, I hope you like mine.
So if you are there, but I can’t see,
Then you need to take a big step forward,
Before I lose what makes me happy;
Before I leave you and everything else behind…
It’s getting harder and harder to rise from the blue…
I think it’s time to say goodbye.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
- Author: Aa Harvey ( Offline)
- Published: June 11th, 2019 08:01
- Category: Love
- Views: 10
Comments1
The poignant waiting for a Miss Right comes out clearly in this well rhymed lament - we long for happiness but time runs on - - - a fine piece of poetry a.a.
Thank you. I will always wait for Miss Right until she finds me.
Peace, love and empathy.
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