What is my short story?
So has it been.
A question so sets,
In my minds reality and dream.
They say I can write,
Some say I just talk,
Most say I just follow,
What sits by my heart.
What is my short story?
I do not know for sure,
But I sense something tingling
By my one hearts core.
Yes, its true,
What most had said
But what is it
That makes my feelings do so great?
What is my short story?
Have I a right to tell?
So sets the sun and rises the moon
Each day like a spell.
So has this spell,
Been casts like no other,
All because of one girl,
Though it sounds of no power.
What is my short story?
Is it actually short?
Am I only imagining?
Or just a spell kind of sort.
I have been spent of three times a year,
My life so it went,
Here is my short story,
Here is how it began.
What is my short story?
Of that image so fine,
Everyday of my life,
It just went by and by.
Sometimes I never noticed,
And sometimes I dared.
So hold all evil,
Against my life,
The one that actually
Rekindled my light.
What is my short story?
Definition unknown,
Just a little poem,
I made up on my own.
From deep within,
Only one to know,
Only one that rests,
Only you to have read.
What is my short story?
Repeats it all over,
It had never ended
I have nothing yet told.
If its not said,
Neither has it end,
Why say it again?
There is no plan.
What is my short story?
Question this little thought:
My conclusions to,
All my joyous thoughts.
What is this little poem?
Again it has not end,
By the birds and sun,
And angels on high,
May our friendship lasts forever,
Much more than a lifetime.
What is my short story?
No it is not a poem,
Take it as a letter,
So what with the tone.
I have missed you so,
A friend you have dwell my heart so fully you have enchanted,
So fully had I embraced.
Nevertheless, I may differ,
From those you have met,
And characters you have discover
But by my darkness,
You stood and stand,
By my sadness,
You lifted me again and again.
What is my short story?
Funny; it is just a line,
Just to say that I have missed you so,
You can never tow the line.
