You have built a fortress of fantasy
(and other odds and ends) around you,
My wiliest weapons cannot penetrate through.
I am weary,
And, to be honest,
A little teary.
But I don't wish to bore you
With my foolish rhymes
That aren't worth your time.
I can't keep trying
To wake you up,
But no, I am not giving up.
I know that
You know
That I still won't let go.
Whenever you emerge from La La Land,
I hope you remember
I'll still be waiting to hold your hand.
I am merely tossing the ball back in your court,
(It is yours, do with it what you please.)
And if I do see it glide my way,
I will catch it, whatever the time of day.
(and other odds and ends) around you,
My wiliest weapons cannot penetrate through.
I am weary,
And, to be honest,
A little teary.
But I don't wish to bore you
With my foolish rhymes
That aren't worth your time.
I can't keep trying
To wake you up,
But no, I am not giving up.
I know that
You know
That I still won't let go.
Whenever you emerge from La La Land,
I hope you remember
I'll still be waiting to hold your hand.
I am merely tossing the ball back in your court,
(It is yours, do with it what you please.)
And if I do see it glide my way,
I will catch it, whatever the time of day.
4 comments:
lovely words...nicely crafted lines!
:D
Thank you! I'm no good at poetry.
That "no" needs to be at the start of the sentence, to say "No, I'm good at poetry." :D
Aw, thank you! :D
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