I’ll Be Along Soon
Tears for you
Tears for me
Arms holding love
Wait to be filled
No rush, no time
Ticks the soundless clock
So tired of living
Weak, wan and old
Take me to you
Release my poor soul
Unworthy of love
I’ve sinned, cried and died
Deeper within me
Than mortal has pried
Your will is my will
My heart’s out of tune
Hold, heal, enfold me
I’ll be along soon.
I'll Be Along Soon
- Byron
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I'll Be Along Soon
"Bipolar is a roller-coaster ride without a seat belt. One day you're flying with the fireworks; for the next month you're being scraped off the trolley" I said that.
Byron~
This is bone scraping. Thank gawd we (humans) can float when treading water becomes too much.
You have such a way with condensing a lot within a tight space.
After reading this, I clicked on your www and saw that 'C. Blount' quote on your site. It made me think of one of my recent poems. I'll post it...(what the hell).
Laurie
This is bone scraping. Thank gawd we (humans) can float when treading water becomes too much.
You have such a way with condensing a lot within a tight space.
After reading this, I clicked on your www and saw that 'C. Blount' quote on your site. It made me think of one of my recent poems. I'll post it...(what the hell).
Laurie
I simply cannot see where there is to get to. Plath
Even despots have access to 'Welcome' mats. Me
Desperation is easily confused with enthusiasm. Me
Even despots have access to 'Welcome' mats. Me
Desperation is easily confused with enthusiasm. Me
Re: I'll Be Along Soon
Byron, thank you so much, most beautiful poem, it is a pure magic, to say things so truthfully!Byron wrote:I’ll Be Along Soon
Tears for you
Tears for me
Arms holding love
Wait to be filled
No rush, no time
Ticks the soundless clock
So tired of living
Weak, wan and old
Take me to you
Release my poor soul
Unworthy of love
I’ve sinned, cried and died
Deeper within me
Than mortal has pried
Your will is my will
My heart’s out of tune
Hold, heal, enfold me
I’ll be along soon.
Byron, I am going to copy your poem and will be sending to some friends, I hope you don't mind.
The name of the poet would be Byron?
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