Days

The day I fall is the day I'll fly.

The day I give you up is the day I'll lose everything.

The day the sun doesn't shine is the day I'm waiting for.

Those days are today.

Reviews

[Stephen]

What a beautiful emotional poem it is which's well penned with the heart of yours that's bleed into the papers...into the many forms of words/verbs. You were lost into the memories of someone when you penned this write because I can smell the scent of it that how emotionally and lovingly you've dropped the poem with much warm scented feelings of your red beat kind heart.

I always love reading your stuffs.
Keep on!

[Takoda Sorvillo]

The days go slow but the one good day hiding in the rest is coming. patience is a virtue Ms. Thomas

[Micheal Firth]

Ah the indulgence of the now, a sweet appeal I think. I believe the days are always now, and that pain as real as it is, already exists in the past. Let yourself free of the concept of time and explore how you really feel in this moment, right now.