Anita
Anita
Don’t you know the hour is getting late
Anita
Anita
Can I drive you home along the interstate
You bought a house
Outside La Grange
You make your home
Out on the range
The more I try
I am amazed
The more I stay
You stay the same
Anita
Anita
Don’t you have the time for you and me
Anita
Anita
Spinning like a golden, piece of wedding ring
You bought a house
Outside La Grange
You make your home
Out on the range
And when I try
To say goodbye
You cry my tears
And close my eyes
Anita
Anita
You and I put lights up on that tree
Anita
Anita
Next to you is silence in a memory
You got the grace
And I got time
To buy your books
And read your mind
But when the hour
Is getting late
You leave alone
And I remain
You make it home
And I remain
About the Creator
Sawyer Phillips
Singer-songwriter recovering from an injury. *Now pursuing a career in creative writing* Black coffee and late night flights. ☕️✈️✨


Comments (1)
Wow, beautiful Love poem. What a lovely read♥︎♥︎