YESTERDAYA Poem by Poetic-pRiNcEsSYESTERDAY the wind blew to the east. The sun shone its brightest, Birds sang their sweetest melodies. I sat majestically across a potrait of a man, my lost lover. Glimses.... Stolen touches... It was the moment that i remebered the times of comfort, When our souls kissed and our hearts became swallen with love. I remebered too the times when troubles lurked in the darkness, but the faith i kept. YESTERDAY i recalled the tmes i'd hang on to him, my strength, And died in weakness when id eventually let him go. YESTERDAY i found my heart beat again, When i heard the unrealized hope deep within, Yet my mind reminded me of past wars, Life changing instances, Times i fought so hard and eventually gave into the weaknesses of my individuality. Instances when pride would not let me claim my blessings, And yet lost lover, I could not doubt...I LOVE THEE Blink after blink i saw the colours of the rainbow, The wind blew my hair and through the spaces between my fingers, Thats the moment i realised im more than alone, Still i remembered the libarating times, When we won battles,hand in hand. YESTERDAY i remembered when once upon a time, I wasnt too short to reach the sky and dreams were just a mile away. YESTERDAY lost lover i found you, and then i had to bid you farewell. YESTERDAY i could not contain the love i have for you. A hand found mine and pulled me out of my frustrations. YESTERDAY i learnt that decades may pass, Years may come and go, Months and weeks may go by, But love remains young and true in the eyes, the heart and soul of the beholder. YESTERDAY might be gone, But its not forgotten, Today is just another day for me to love you from a distance, Oh how i love thee as dangerous as it may seem. © 2013 Poetic-pRiNcEsS |
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1 Review Added on April 4, 2013 Last Updated on April 5, 2013 AuthorPoetic-pRiNcEsSjohanesburg, gauteng, South AfricaAboutim 19 years of age, am currently studying journalism and media studies and am on my second year. writting with no question is a passion and therapy for me, please feel more than free to voice your tho.. more..Writing
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