Awaiting

Clock strikes 12
Its 2108
Hanging on to the hope
To see you once again
Gazing out the window
Splashes of rain feels like teardrops
Memoirs of past trail the rhythmic rain
Sorrow surge as spring falls

Minutes seems like days
Hours seems like years
Where are you my dear?
A cruel penalty left unreciprocated
As regret flows with the river route
Loneliness became my master

Ding Dong Ding Dong
The bell rings
Autumn came and left
Standing tall in the aisle
Left a forlorn lover
Looking down the sea of tears
Where his lover in buried

-Jazs Copyright-

[12042008]

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