Tennessee Fried Poetry

A comprehensive tour of the mind of a burnt out feller living in Tennessee as seen through his poetry.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

History And Time Have Passed Us By

You passed me by one fine day,
And yoiu made me instantly feel this way.
I know not about you, but I must confess,
I have now an issue to address
In regards to you. Yes, you,
How history and time have bound us together so few.
A love never realized, never fulfilled,
The deal never conceived or sealed
Until now. Until now.
I questioned the gods, "How?"
With all the opportunities there could be,
There are just so many points I don't see.
What else is there for us other than love,
For after all, it fits us like a glove?

I stood fixed on my spot,
A long night gone by, still more to be fought,
When precious you passed by,
Speaking to me words, lord, how I now cry
As I reflect at the instantaneous spark
You left me. Oh, you left you mark,
And it buried its way into my heart,
So if I stay smart,
And I think I will,
I'll ask you out the next time and enjoy the thrill.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home