The girl showed him the class picture
"Well that's me...
Days they turn to nights,
Nights they turn to years...
I know we haven't talked in a while,
But I've been thinking about you lately...
Dark black hair skims the side of my face,
I stand there still and my heart starts to race...
How could you
forget to call...
It has finally happened I've seen the light
Time to turn day into night...
{Alright before you read this poem you must know...
Poetry...
So far so near
Oh my sweet dear...
Poor dreams that are never dreamt nor breathed to
life; never heard nor laid to love. Poor sighs...
© Francisco Guzman 2007
Dont tell me that lately youve been crying...
I remember your face
it would brighten up my day...
Love is not a word it's
feeling...