Please call me on the phone
And listen to my voice,
Let me listen to your own.
Without you I'm alone.
These tracks are pounded down,
Day by day the solitude from you bores a hole in my chest.
Thank my heart and mind that these moments in recluse
Don't turn my soul to glass
So it can shatter on the packed dirt of these tracks.
But you took my hand and brought me out of this seculsion.
Your eyes light a flame big enough to burn away
All the dark gray ways that have haunted me;
The ghosts of my past.
So we encumber the sad with happiness,
And we lay side by side beneath the shimmering sun
While our love is still young.
(This is the first poem I've made for my girlfriend that I actually like. Hope you like it. And, most of all, I hope she likes it:D I don't mind any critisizing if you've got something to say---maybe it'll help me improve it.)
