Sunday, February 10, 2008

The Pink Tulip

You have no idea how much I miss
the look in your eyes, the touch of your kiss;

the embrace of your hand, the warmth of your breath.
All these memories, for you, faced their death,

yet within me, they live,
and every night, tears are what they give,

as a bitter gift to my eye
a reminder of the love you claimed was no lie.

And every night through a blur, I gaze towards the stars,
As if to look at you from behind bars.

The bars of this prison you've put me in
my emotions are dying slowly, wearing thin.

If only you would set me free.
Just call and say one word, that's the key

to opening the cell door and letting me go.
Letting me be your friend, nothing more.

Set me free and quit the censorship
allow me to give another a pink tulip.

1 comment:

Jocelyn said...

efffffff. i love you. i didn't know YOU had THIS. or i did and i had forgotten. i love you. SO very much. i started writing poetry too for this class i was taking. im terrible but i like it. i try. i love you. ahhh so very much. lets hang out when im home again.