
These are not the polished words,
I wish that I could write.
But I will leave you undisturbed under The Auburn Sky.
I will think my thoughts and hope my hopes,
And consider your reply.
But I will never ask a thing of you,
Under The Auburn Sky.
I lack the speeches, quotes and songs,
The ink wells have run dry.
But I still sit and picture you,
Under The Auburn Sky.
I forget the pieces in my old age,
Like the color of your eyes,
And I wonder if you live and breathe,
Under The Auburn Sky.
How would we spend our time alone
And could we say goodbye?
If we ever had the fate to meet,
Under the Auburn Sky.
I pause to take a photograph,
I struggle and I try,
To show you how our life could be,
Under The Auburn Sky.

5 comments:
That’s a very mesmerizing photo
Oh and great poem
Beautiful.
As always.
Awhhh, Zack, this was lovely. Keep being awesome, mmk? I'm not sure you're capable of stopping, though. <3
Inspired me to start writing again, thankyou.
Well done there binx! Really! :D
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