by: JSM
It seems to be forever;
The last time I saw her face.
Our hearts are meant together;
Despite thousand miles of space.
I walked out, she stood still;
Road not been an easy trip.
Falling, failing that’s how I felt;
She stood still, watched me tripped.
She reached out, with callous hand.
So who am I to let her grieve?
As the glass runs out of sand;
I know it’s time for me to give.
Neither late nor the end, so let it be;
I’ll be with you forever it maybe.
My hands are tied, my words are dry;
If I may falter, then I’d rather die.
