Saturday, March 1, 2008

Sunday Scribblings.....Time Travel


Stolen moments were all we ever had together

the forbidden fruit that tasted so sweet

I would stare at you as if trying to memorise your face

to visualise you as I closed my eyes to dream

I wonder if you knew when you kissed me goodbye

that it would be the very last time

the last time our bodies would feel the wondrous

heat of passions longing

Time travels so slowly now

as my life stands still and

I wait for the call that never comes

Do you hear me crying in the midnight rain

or have you already forgotten that you loved me once?