Wednesday, March 25, 2009

here i am, there you are
by: francis sune

i was so established then
so stable as if i can go on like this till i grow gray hairs
and have my 10th grand child
i was so stable that i was not even looking for things
for things that i should crave for
i don't go sleepless over a a smiling face
i don't write letters for someone i am anonymous to
i can shout out to every one how i have all the things i want
no more no less, that's all i need
no more asking for crazy grants
i was stable then , at least i can think that way
but then you showed up just by the time i woke up, i was totally off guard
now i am not sure...
you came looking like the other right formula for the answer that i have long solved.
my world sways and floats to no where
now i suffer for want...for you ,rare colored rose. i call you
i want to put you in my garden and see how you blend in
yet i was so sick, sick of want...
i cannot even talk to you or touch you and it pains me.

because here i am and there you are...





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