Call any time,
just tell everywhere,
hold never
when you haunt me.
You care,
and if the sky should come running,
just call,
you could touch me.
You make it beautiful,
physical,
it turns me on
every time you go.
You leave me lonely,
and if you call
I would be with you.
If the sky should fall,
I'll come, little darling.
I'm coming,
love is coming.
Want me.
Say you want me,
And tell me I'll be waiting.
Haunt me
everywhere I go.
If I could,
I'll come.
I'll come back.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 535
Be With You
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