OctPoWriMo2013 Day 6.
Do you hear my heart beat?
Doesn't it run very fast,
there are butterflies in my stomach,
flying around
sometimes giving me a start.
I look myself into the mirror,
asking do I look all right,
will you be happy to see me,
after such a long time.
Months that you have
been away,
seemed years sometime,
I waited patiently for this day
now anxious
that I may cry.
I know I have spoken to you
everyday,
and Skyped on weekends too
but now you will be here for real
I just can't wait to hold you.
Do you hear my heart beat?
Doesn't it run very fast,
there are butterflies in my stomach,
flying around
sometimes giving me a start.
I look myself into the mirror,
asking do I look all right,
will you be happy to see me,
after such a long time.
Months that you have
been away,
seemed years sometime,
I waited patiently for this day
now anxious
that I may cry.
I know I have spoken to you
everyday,
and Skyped on weekends too
but now you will be here for real
I just can't wait to hold you.
4 comments:
The longing is vibrating in every word of a passionate poet.
The feelings,the eagerness to meet the beloved. Beautifully expressed Philo :)
Reading this makes one realize how our hearts make more sense than our minds. If hearts could write, this is what it would'e written. Without fear, without a worry. Simply plain love.
Beautiful stuff indeed.
liked this very much. I could feel the trepidation.
Post a Comment