The girl with the death.
Looking through the window at the snow storm
Looking out the window at the rain.
Wonder if there'll ever be a spring-time
And hopes to see you again.
I don't know where the time flies
I didn't know you very well.
Even if there will be summer
I am not sure that time will tell.
I heard her foot-steps in the hall
I felt her fragrance sweeping through the room.
Her nearness seemed so close to me
that I looked around, wondering where is she.
She told me, she'd be back in just a while.
And of course I wanted to believe.
But I knew what she said was just a lie
Avoiding to hurt me with good-bye.
I don't know where the time flies
I didn't know you very well.
Even if there will be summer
I am not sure that time will tell...
Poetry by Richard
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Written on 2016-02-23 at 00:28
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I'm not sure that time will tell.
Looking through the window at the snow storm
Looking out the window at the rain.
Wonder if there'll ever be a spring-time
And hopes to see you again.
I don't know where the time flies
I didn't know you very well.
Even if there will be summer
I am not sure that time will tell.
I heard her foot-steps in the hall
I felt her fragrance sweeping through the room.
Her nearness seemed so close to me
that I looked around, wondering where is she.
She told me, she'd be back in just a while.
And of course I wanted to believe.
But I knew what she said was just a lie
Avoiding to hurt me with good-bye.
I don't know where the time flies
I didn't know you very well.
Even if there will be summer
I am not sure that time will tell...
Poetry by Richard
Read 1019 times
Written on 2016-02-23 at 00:28
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