December 11, 2008 § Leave a comment
So sorry for what I said-
a desert growing in my head.
How do I tell you so,
punching high and low?
Stop the pain inside.
Your touch is where I abide.
Open a world to emotion:
A stormy past scatters in my ocean.
I drown in taking another chance.
Surf upon these waters and dance.
Look into my eyes and what do you see?
Blinded by the light in me.
No more laughter, in the pouring rain…
How do you explain
the thief in the night who stole my days,
and misguided my ways?
Always told what to do…
I have finally escaped the face of you.
© Sonya Rose