WASHED ASHORE
Aimless drifting with the tides
Sorrows are locked inside
Horizons just bleak and bare
Expressionless, empty stares
Looking for that port of call
That never seems to come at all
Then in the distance I notice you
It seems like you're drifting too
You never seem to notice I'm around
But there's something that I've found
And its tugging at me now
I can't resist it anyhow
If you would only give me an even chance
I could use a little romance
I could even change my ways
I'm gonna' make you mine someday
Won't you listen to what I say
Going to make you notice me
And I'm going to take my time until
you realise the truth Im in love with you
Looking for that port of call,
Now I rise up standing tall
Frantically calling you
Your gaze it looks straight through.
Lynn Dye
Sun 23rd Sep 2012 22:14
Hi Tony, welcome to WOL, enjoyed this and your other poems, well done.