(Rough Copy) Free Spirit... Sad are my nights since your departure You are half of my verses My muse and inspiration. I pray to the Gods to return my heart which is you Come save me from the torture of this oblivion Let me feel your touch one more time Free Spirited woman, your arrival was the sweetest gift Your departure my demise. My indecision cost me dearly Now you no longer walk my path Where are you now? Who walks beside you? In whose arms have you found refuge? Who kisses you goodnight? These questions torture my soul and my mind. Time has cleared my doubts among the swirls of lies The truth was always written in your eyes Yet blinded was I And now I pay the highest price For it seems you have made your choice And forever we shall be apart. Fool was I to coward at the idea of walking beside you Or maybe you were always meant to be a passerby Like a butterfly gently landing on the most delicate flower A moment to be treasured... A moment not meant to last. I shall always remember your passion to live You shall always be my free spirited girl The one I let walk away The one I hope one day to return Praying to the winds to carry my words Praying to the gods to have pity on my heart Waiting... Just waiting... Sofia E. Falcone
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