18 hours

redmosquito10redmosquito10 Posts: 568
edited January 2011 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
18 hours and counting
thats all thats left
until i can wrap my arms around you

my arms have gotten tired
from stretching across the sea
although they didnt waver for a second
i admit i felt the strain

18 hours, each minute
my reach will shorten a bit
each minute a step closer
to feeling whole again

and it seems so fitting
that when i know ill see you soon
its time for me to fly
"Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH..."
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