You're standing here,
the water drips,
down your face
onto your neck.
Mascara runs
blush fades away
look, i m watching--
it's really me.
I'm standing there
you're here
i can't join you now--
you won't understand.
This feeling's pure
soon it'll fade away
when the sun comes out,
and drys away the day.
You're looking out your blinds
but you still don't see--
you don't see pass the storm
Look right through my eyes.
This rain is cold
this love is cold
i'll wait again--
for the next rain.
09 January, 2009
She won't understand me !
Posted by c'est la vie at Friday, January 09, 2009
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2 comments:
Fantastic Poem.I am a poet myself.Will share it someday with you.I am not a blogger.... :(
@ meena.
thankx ma'am.
sure we'll do.
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