The girl with the death.


I'm not sure that time will tell.


Looking through the window at the snow storm
Looking out the window at the rain.
Wonder if there'll ever be a spring-time
And hopes to see you again.

I don't know where the time flies
I didn't know you very well.
Even if there will be summer
I am not sure that time will tell.

I heard her foot-steps in the hall
I felt her fragrance sweeping through the room.
Her nearness seemed so close to me
that I looked around, wondering where is she.

She told me, she'd be back in just a while.
And of course I wanted to believe.
But I knew what she said was just a lie
Avoiding to hurt me with good-bye.

I don't know where the time flies
I didn't know you very well.
Even if there will be summer
I am not sure that time will tell...




Poetry by Richard
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Written on 2016-02-23 at 00:28

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
I would love to hear you sing this. I miss you Richard. I came by Poetbay to visit a few friends and read their amazing poetry. I am loving my afternoon, feeding my spiritual self with the beauty of the written art of poetry and the hearts of poets.
co Kathy
2016-03-29