Monday, July 28, 2008
Reality
You make my heart flutter
My pulse starts to race.
My cheeks start to glow
Seeing your beautiful face.
My eyes they sparkle
I can feel myself falling.
Into the sound
Of your voice calling.
My skin starts to tingle
From my eye comes a tear.
There's a knot in my throat
Knowing you are near.
My head begins to throb
My chest is getting tight.
Knowing this is a dream
That will end in morning light.
With the morning comes
Reality, You are no longer here.
All of this is just a dream
Confirming all my fears.
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Superb!
ReplyDelete.. how i call you the romantic poet is defined well here! .. this one had a tinge of difference... ! it tasted out of the poetic-realm..
loveth it !
Thy Ardent Admirer!