I'm in love with your voice,
A love made stronger by your words of choice,
Your soothing soft intonation,
Fires my imagination,
I hang on your every syllabation,
That enhances a floating sensation,
As you narrate your tales of travel,
I'm with you to the worlds end.
Why can't I be where you are?
Why do your tales Scape at my scars?
Reminding me of my fall from the stars,
'You have the world at your feet',
That thought in me stirs feeling bitter sweet.
You smile at me and I want to take your hand and soar,
But that would be difficult with my heart so sour.
I like you but part we should,
So that you can achieve all you could,
And not regret what you would,
When present passes into past.
YOU ARE READING
NAVEL GAZING
PoetryNarrator is stuck in a world of regret and sorrow, get a glimpse of what swirl around in his head and his world view
