As I sit and think of you
and how far you are away
it makes me feel a little blue
to know I can't touch you in any physical way
I long for the warm touch of your hand
i want to gently stroke and place a flower in your hair
as we talk and walk in the sands of your land
and hear you laugh without a care
I want to make you laugh
i want to make you cry
but never tears of pain and sorrow
always and only tears of joy
You make me want to love myself
something I have lacked
my life is scattered on a shelf
you make me want to make a glorious comeback.
Written by;W.J.G.π
- Author: W.J.G.π (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 2nd, 2022 21:43
- Comment from author about the poem: I have nothing tieing me down,I am about to turn 50,and I have never been anywhere. I am as free as a bird. Yet I feel trapped.
- Category: Love
- Views: 21
- Users favorite of this poem: Lauraπ»
Comments7
Beautiful lines of love. Thank you for sharing this.
Thanks RozinaπΉπ
A very beautiful poetry dear fallenangel
Itβs lucky to be free
Yes,but true freedom is an illusion. I think the last time man knew true freedom was when we were cavemen lol. Thanks spillerπ»
fallenAngel1π,
You have penned wonderful words. Celebrate your birthday and do try βto make a glorious comebackβ. Life can be snuffed out at any moment.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem.
Laura π»
Thanks Laura,
Your words are so true,life is short. I appreciate your time for reading and commenting.π·π
I am sure that that comeback will be glorious WJG.
Andy
Thank you Andy π
'that flame of inspiration
we gift each other
when we make a connection
with, each other...'
love the bravery you're showcasing
a wonderful read, thanks for sharing
Thank you L.B. π»π
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