Your turn

 

 As the cold, harsh winds blow my hair in front of my eyes I see you, crossing the street.

You smile and wave at the sight of my blushed face and I run to embrace you, but I am stopped by a force that is not of my making. Something is pulling me away from you. You who I truly desire. I need you here. Do not run away. Do not fear the power. Face it and fight for me. Fight for me if you truly love me. Enough talk, you dont do it anyway. Come Come here and be with me. Be mine forever. The End is not near unless you will it to be so pull against the force. Fight for me if you truly love me. I am done fightng for you.

Reviews

[Mary]

nice poem, there is emotion and passion in this keep it up:)