The midnight sun is shining its' light through my window.
Bright and so beautiful I could wrap it in a ribbon
and offer it to you with all the stars around
Anytime, even now.
The only thing that would have to happen
for me to be your night time courier
is telling me that the world doesn't matter
and all we have to look at is our future.
As nice as it sounds, it all has to wait
until you change your mind and decide to come my way.
But don't wait too long, or it will be too late.
I may wait for an age, or I may wait for a day...
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryA friend wanted to see if I could write a poem so I tried. Here's the outcome, since I didn't want to just delete it. After all it's something my head spat out. I doubt there will be more of these, it's difficult to write.
