Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Re-living a Moment

Surrounded by distractions,
Awaiting a sign,
I stand alone in the crowd,
To catch your eyes.

The sign evades,
Distractions keep me at bay.
How will I know?
Oh, how will I know?
When you’ll start looking,
For me, once again…

Everytime I gave away,
Little pieces of my heart,
In exchange for a glance,
A glance into a soul;
I missed an opportunity,
Once again, to meet your eyes.

When you look for me again,
Will you know it’s me?
Will you recognize my soul?
Will you feel my heart’s call?
How can I keep these,
Remaining pieces of my heart;
Nurture it back again,
For you and you alone?
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