on the edge of seeing
when nothing is left to be seen
on the edge of life
when nothing is left to be lived
i wait for her
when nothing is left to be seen
on the edge of life
when nothing is left to be lived
i wait for her
wondering, what dreams she needs to be stirred enough of
to pick that pen and paper
and give me something to look back upon
on the edge of desires
all i need, is a letter from her
to pick that pen and paper
and give me something to look back upon
on the edge of desires
all i need, is a letter from her
this is something i wrote in response to a comment left by debra on my previous post. she has a fantastic blog which you can visit at http://www.debrabroughton.com/
this is what she says in her introduction, "I’m a British writer living in Amsterdam. I like to think that being an utsider adds something to my writing, but I can’t say for sure. I work on the Friends of the Earth International website, where I write, edit, program…"
do visit her blog, 'nothing to write home about', it'll be much better than that;)
1 comment:
all i am waiting is for a word of love...just 3 words i never thought i would wait for something so desperately.....it doesnt have to be words forming long letters or even short ones....it just have to be the words full of the magic.. ...and well adi ure very good in english poetry too...i am waiting to start living...
"on the edge of life
when nothing is left to be lived"
...nothing is left to be seen"
i just wanted to know ....was that written from 'my' heart...or were u just thinking the same thing i am thinking....
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