Sitting on a rusty old bench
The cool breeze brushing against my cheeks
An idle mind wandering into the darkness
Fair beauties all around
But she whom appeals to me stands here not
Far in the distant voyage I see her face
Too far for my grasp
Struggling to catch up
Those words pop up in my head again
What would you say?
What would you tell her that she hasn’t heard before?
My pace slowly decreasing
The weight of those words slowing me down
Eventuality sets in
She’s out of my league I said
Standing and watching as she fades out of my life forever
Never to be seen again
And losing what would have been a promising endeavor
By: Okundigie.O.James
2 comments:
Inspiring but who's the girl? Look for her!!!
Already have
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