question in which way doth the wind breeze by; be it the same way my lover strides along; longing for comfort and rest similar to the set before the rise, the only way I know to love is if I know my heart doth belong. Much ado about love and the tears it doesn’t bring; must renew the feelings deeply in my heart resides; in the strike of a hand I don’t ask for a single thing, but the love that the light of my life provides. Oh how it feels to be young and helpless when it comes to love; singing in the shower and dancing in the rain no matter the reach; I stand up down on the ground as rains and thunder comes down above, the rays she brings down upon me as I feel them breach.
About the Creator
Gabriel Andriani
I write music part time for people and I believe that my writing is good.
Keep reading
More stories from Gabriel Andriani and writers in Poets and other communities.
Goodbye, Mr. Duvall
It is turning out to be an interesting year. I was in the middle of teaching a class when a pop-up appeared on the screen announcing the death of Mr. Robert Seldon Duvall (yes, that was his full name). I was in the middle of a discussion on the obsession we have with winning when it comes to sports (the Winter Olympics was a theme), and I felt as though things were coming full circle. We had already lost Gene Hackman last year, and along with that titan, it feels though one particular golden age has closed off to be replaced by...?
By Kendall Defoe a day ago in Geeks
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.