It Grows NearerA Poem by Adam Faison
August, September, October
Each month it grows nearer Nearer to the time I didn't get to be with you I poured my heart out on that November day Trying to get you to understand my love for you But little did I know that your love was to someone else You had already moved on Gave your heart to him He who gets to hold your beauty in his arms I watch from afar My heart broken in two I wonder to myself "Could I have been quicker?" "Would it have made a difference?" But deep down I believe I know the truth The truth that I will not get to be with you Get to hold your beauty in my arms But still I watch As a gargoyle watches over it's territory Still and quietly Waiting for a chance A chance to be with you But till that day that may never come I watch the months go by And again pass the day that I didn't get to be with you
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StatsAuthorAdam FaisonCorbin, KYAboutI love to read, play video games, watch movies, and most importantly, write! more..Writing
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