It starts to rain as I try once more,
To relive seeing the face I so adore;
I close my eyes, and like times before,
Wish I was there, right outside your door.
Tonight again I'll do the deed,
So my princess I beg you heed:
As my dream takes flight to where you're stayin',
Would you open the door, and let me in?
A part of me wants to lie down and cry -
Feed the despair that prevails within.
Still though I'm weary I cannot deny,
That the thought of you keeps me livin'...
1 comment:
i like the "my princess" part or do you do that only in ur poems!? ;) deep thei tlar2 kher mai, keep it up!!
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