come to me
before my bones get old and feeble
before my eyes die out and shut me in
come while the sun is high in the sky
before darkness swallows me
before night comes to claim me
come while the candle is still burning
before it dies and hope fades
run to me while you still have strength in you
before your knees give out and
you have no one to run to
here I am waiting for you
standing here looking for you
won't you come to me, my love?
ambs, didn't know you wrote poetry. This is not bad - a little depressing though. You're too hard on yourself, methinks. Be upbeat and positive and not one but a dozen true loves will come flocking to you :P
ReplyDeleteI wrote this a couple of nights ago, it was a spur of the moment/ inspirational/eureka kind of things that pops into your head and you just have to write it down. I don't know if this even qualifies as poetry, and I definitely didn't intend to sound depressing. But well, sometimes you just can't help it.
ReplyDeleteI'm coming! I'm coming!
ReplyDeleteWait no more, for I am nearly there,
Wait no less, for I am already there.
Before your bones get old,
Before your eyes die out,
I am almost there, I am already there.
My knees will not give out,
for the strength in my knees come from you.
The candle will not burn out,
for the heat in the wick comes from us.
I may have nobody else to run to,
but even if I do, I won't.
I am on my....
ngawirawh ka insum thei tawh thlawt lo! :-D
*BIG GRIN*
Lol i ti ho zo vek..
ReplyDeletehaha...
ReplyDeleteSome might say, "ka rawn spice up zawks"
:-P