Where You Are
Sometimes I wonder where you go
What roads you cross
How you get there
What you do in that place
Other times I fantasize of where you are
Where that place is
What color the walls are
If there is any walls
One time I told you where you should be
Where it’s warm
The sun chases the moon dramatically
That place is so lovely…
A few times I dreamt of where you’ll be
How you’ll get there
Will I be there?
I just want to be where you are.
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09-17-2012
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09-16-2012
09/16/2012
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| You vs Him | 0 | 12/10/2012 |
| A Dream Away | 0 | 11/13/2012 |
| The Night Sky | 1 | 09/22/2012 |
| Where You Are | 3 | 09/16/2012 |
| I Dream of the Moon | 1 | 09/15/2012 |
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