ceejay

Latter


If then at the end of the day
I am left with nothing to say
But my helpless self in dismay
Hoping, waiting that I be the one
You take
Oh then I be lost in my thoughts
Foolishly longing for magical love if some sort
Could it be your warm touch
Or your smile like a raisin in the sun



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.