Poème.

24th February 2010 -

I wrote a poem type thing, and so I thought I’d share it because I quite like it to be honest, so here you go..

I’m sat on the icy cold bench,

Once again,

Watching the trains passing by in the distance.

I like to come out here in the spring time and watch the sun go down,

It’s my favourite place to sit and think about you.

The scenery,

So beautiful,

Reminds me of you..

The glistening of the sun behind the clouds,

Reminds me of the sparkle in your eyes.

The chirping of the birds,

Reminds me of your angel-like voice.

The smell of the flowers blossoming in the ground,

Reminds me of your sweet natural scent.

The warm breeze from the lake,

Reminds me of the heat from your natural warmth.

And the softness of the grass,

Reminds me of your baby soft skin.

I love to come out here in the spring time and watch the sun go down,

It’s my favourite place to sit and think about you.