Thursday, January 17, 2013

A Million TIMES

separation, boy and girl on swings, love lost

I'd talked to you a million times, 

and I knew you inside out. 

Yet when I came near you, 

Words betrayed me,

My heart missed a beat and time slowed down;

Never in those million times had this happened, 

thought my search was over.


Late I was as always, 

but my heart was content; for I found my voice amidst

those mumbled words. 

‘Special you are’ the one I talked to

a million time. 

And still she asks, ‘What have I done to be so special?’

You won' know because 

it was just me who’d 

talked to u a million times.


by Algo

Written by one of my good friends, who prefers to use an alias. For more poetry visit The SwingClay Pot.

Paper, Heart, break, from love to lost

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