When I’m with you,
I get lost in the moment every time
You may not know it but
As we say goodbye I count the hours
Wishing for the time I can be with you again
Waiting for you to say you feel the same
Feels like forever.
I’m not a patient person and that Sunday
I can no longer hold it
I grabbed your hand steel myself
Open my mouth, ready to confess
But then you say “What a silent Sunday”
And give that peaceful grinned
Yeah, yeah, I chickened out once again
Thanks for Reading! š„°
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Such the romantic. ā¤ļøšš
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lovely
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Lovely one, Jessica! ššš¤
Thank you so much š
āI chickened out once againā…youāre too good with words šāŗļø
šAnd youāre too kind to me š
Iām just honest šš¤šø
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Beautiful. So nice to see you turning your hand to poetry occasionally.
Thank you so much David ā¤ļø
I actually started writing poems only, it’s just that for some years now fiction have taken over my time. Still poem will be my first love. š
ššš So so so Lovely, I should expand my vocabularyāØ such a beautiful poem, so lovely š Enjoyed reading š¤š¤
I’m glad you liked it. I’m sure your vocabulary is expanding every time you read and write. I too still try to do the same, it’s a bit hard to feel if I’m doing a good job though, sometimes I feel like words just bounce off instead of sticking to my brain š
Great poem!
Thanks you so much š„°
Very welcome!
Great poetic tribute to silent Sunday with a humourous chuckle in the last line.
Haha š Thanks Chris! Glad it did its job š
Lovely poem Jessica šš¤
Thank you much ā¤ļø
I think it’s time to interrupt the pensive fool and spill your guts.
Oh my gosh, you just have to go with guts do you? š
You’re right. Why is it that guts always come up when I’m talking to you? Very strange.
Oh come on, stop pretending, we both know you’re holding a grudge against me for giving you threats haha
No, not me. I would never do that.
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I remember those days.
Haha š funny and awkward moments.
Very, of course I also remember my pet tr
tyrannosaur
Please tell me it’s a dog and not a true dinosaur š
Heck, I knew Methuselah when he was just a kid. š
Heck, I knew Methuselah when he was just a kid! š (aside: ever read the lyrics to the old 1930s blues number, āIt aināt necessarily soā?
āMethuselah lived for 900 years.
Methuselah lived for 900 years.
But who calls that livinā
When no gal is givinā
To a man with 900 years.ā)
I haven’t read it, but thanks to you I did now. š