Words Come Not Easy
Lines drawn across my pad
Not as easy as could be
Writing words between the lines
Words phrases of love
Easily coming not to me
Starring at me pages empty blank pages
Empty pages of my mid
Words coming not easy at all;
Wondering; Will that ever come to me!
On the tip of my tongue refusing letting me!
Transfer within my mind an impossibility
At this moment, in a fog my mind will ever be.
In a laden morning foggy dew
Sitting think of you, as we were
Amongst, the clouds the scent's in the air
Laden heavily with dew
As I tiptoe run to on you
Descending from our heavens
This much needed manna
Upon this parched land it's true;
Raising up to the skies my face
Without refrain this rain setting upon you
Ahh! Your eyes blue so blue
Like cornflowers the colour the blueness so true
Mesmerising me, that blue field right below me!
Such a sight to see;
A sea undulating in the breeze like an ocean so blue!
Like the colour of your eyes so deep blue;
Caressing each flower as I walk through
Undulating before me, whispering in the breeze
Can help not but think of you;
Thoughts warmly on my mind
As I touch each flower lovingly
In between these lines struggling to come to me
Desired or not, words come's not easily
An impediment upon my mind
Much more desirable, casting my words with easy
For they not always come easy
But as I sit, & write words flowing with ease
Flowing through the recesses of my mind
Like that water fall behind the drapes of my mind
Between the recesses finding myself lost
Trapped between the lines in the extremities of my mind
Wondering!
But my heart cry's for the land's where I was born
Images dispersing from the regions
The very core of me
A land of plenty I can see in my minds eyes
Searching for that much beloved face
That's ingrained on my mind
A face I can find not in the extremities
In the recesses of my mind
That face that's left me!
Or me that's left that face behind
Not dispersing from my mind.
Still searching that face, in the crowded streets
I see you not in my minds eyes
He that I adored to the very core of me
To my last drop of blood, my very last tear;
But I know I know in my mind
That I search a face that's attainable not
In the depths of my heart I know I'll find not
A face I've left behind
Lost in the recesses of my mind
Unattainable!!
Writing in between the lines my memory coming alive
He's the one that gave me life gave me my dreams
The one that engraved music in my hear
As I go on dreaming my pen none stop
My words easily coming to the forefront of my mind
Running away with me my pen
Galloping away with me my thoughts won't stop
Taking roots in my heart embedded deeply
Forever on my mind within me
He was part of me
Whether I've lost him or not, words coming not easy
Ingrained on my mind words always will be
Always does not come easy...Words
Simple words
Words like I love you;
Papa:
By Connie James
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