senses

senses

A Poem by Amelia Mory

So I sit here,
For rain to pour
But it never
Comes.

 

I watch for the
Stars to shine,
but They never do.

 

I listen to
My heart beat,
But I get no reply.

 

I reach my hand
To fly away,
But...
My wings never grow.

© 2010 Amelia Mory


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I like this one... seems like we're always waiting eh?

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Amelia Mory
Amelia Mory

Reno, NV