Submissions by DreamIllusions
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When I put the pen to paper or the hands to keys - I feel as if I'm in a fever until all the thoughts make it out - only then I can breathe.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th May 2013 4:36am
18th May 2013 4:36am
Where Drums Beat
My heart was helpless, my hands were idle
I looked for you, everywhere for you
Did you forget me, did you forget I was there
There among the rocks and the gravel, sitting
Crying How long does it take to go back
Back to the place you went so long ago
And when you go, when you go, will you know
Will you know
I was there too?
You said everywhere you looked were reminders
Clouds and rain, books and windowpanes
Did you forget they remind me too, did you forget
There I was waiting for you to take my hand
My heart
How long does it...
I looked for you, everywhere for you
Did you forget me, did you forget I was there
There among the rocks and the gravel, sitting
Crying How long does it take to go back
Back to the place you went so long ago
And when you go, when you go, will you know
Will you know
I was there too?
You said everywhere you looked were reminders
Clouds and rain, books and windowpanes
Did you forget they remind me too, did you forget
There I was waiting for you to take my hand
My heart
How long does it...
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