Post by TKei on Apr 22, 2012 23:25:09 GMT -5
The day is now coming to its end.
As the moon rises into the sky,
The tapping of rain on the roof can be heard.
A gust of wind.
The clock counts the seconds until midnight.
And as I lay here, letting my body rest,
I'm reminded of my only regret.
I'm missing you.
It's been months since I've seen the Lake.
It's been years since I've heard her waves.
And all this time I have not set a foot in the water.
Time is fleeting.
She can see it in his eyes.
Is it over yet, he thinks.
The end of each day leads into another, she whispers.
Lake or no Lake, the hourglass isn't stopping.
So he grabbed his shoes walked out the door.
It's a mile walk, but he sprinted.
He finally arrived, and fell upon the steps.
He reached for the door as it swung wide open.
She carried him in, and gave him water.
He took a note out from his pocket,
Put it down on the table,
And pushed it over towards her.
She picked it up, and began to read.
I had to make a choice some day.
I could wait for you forever,
Or tell you how I feel.
For a brief moment, I felt time stop.
But as quickly as it stopped, it started up again.
I quickly understood, that moment would never return.
And every moment wasted was a moment gone forever.
So I picked up some paper,
And now I'm writing this note.
And to be sure no time is wasted,
I'll tell you now how I feel.
I have loved you from the moment I saw you.
Everything I do, I do as if you were watching.
Because one day, you will be watching.
And that is the day that will count.
I know this is not some amazing love story.
I'm no Romeo, you're no Juliet,
And this certainly no Verona.
I'm no Pyramus, you're no Thisbe,
And this certainly no Babylon.
We are just two people, and this is just the suburbs.
But that's a good enough love story for me.
So take me by the hand,
And tell me where to go.
But as you follow me,
Don't ever start to slow.
And I shall find my way back to the Lake.
(This poem was sort of meant to be paired with a different one of mine, but the first was a bit lost in meaning...)
As the moon rises into the sky,
The tapping of rain on the roof can be heard.
A gust of wind.
The clock counts the seconds until midnight.
And as I lay here, letting my body rest,
I'm reminded of my only regret.
I'm missing you.
It's been months since I've seen the Lake.
It's been years since I've heard her waves.
And all this time I have not set a foot in the water.
Time is fleeting.
She can see it in his eyes.
Is it over yet, he thinks.
The end of each day leads into another, she whispers.
Lake or no Lake, the hourglass isn't stopping.
So he grabbed his shoes walked out the door.
It's a mile walk, but he sprinted.
He finally arrived, and fell upon the steps.
He reached for the door as it swung wide open.
She carried him in, and gave him water.
He took a note out from his pocket,
Put it down on the table,
And pushed it over towards her.
She picked it up, and began to read.
I had to make a choice some day.
I could wait for you forever,
Or tell you how I feel.
For a brief moment, I felt time stop.
But as quickly as it stopped, it started up again.
I quickly understood, that moment would never return.
And every moment wasted was a moment gone forever.
So I picked up some paper,
And now I'm writing this note.
And to be sure no time is wasted,
I'll tell you now how I feel.
I have loved you from the moment I saw you.
Everything I do, I do as if you were watching.
Because one day, you will be watching.
And that is the day that will count.
I know this is not some amazing love story.
I'm no Romeo, you're no Juliet,
And this certainly no Verona.
I'm no Pyramus, you're no Thisbe,
And this certainly no Babylon.
We are just two people, and this is just the suburbs.
But that's a good enough love story for me.
So take me by the hand,
And tell me where to go.
But as you follow me,
Don't ever start to slow.
And I shall find my way back to the Lake.
(This poem was sort of meant to be paired with a different one of mine, but the first was a bit lost in meaning...)
