Love Ages

March 11, 2013
By nat.a.lat GOLD, Manhattan, Kansas
nat.a.lat GOLD, Manhattan, Kansas
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Favorite Quote:
“Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for when they scrawl their names in the snow.” - Margaret Atwood


Tick.
The days,

Minutes.


Tick.
The years,

A whisper.

Time is fast.

A day,

Useless.
Seven years I watched,

I waited,


I.


Loved.
I whispered,

I longed,


I wondered.

A look,

Took the minutes.
A smile,

Stole time.
Our,

Laugh,
Sent me spinning.
Our,

Moments,
Prompted why.

If a bond,

A love,
Shared. Acknowledged.
Gives but,

No more chance.
Why does this love,

Prompt us not to dance.

A hidden smile,

Glance,


Laugh.
A hidden love,

Longing,


Glance.

A breeze to pass,

A seven year building.
An itch worth is scratch,

Our chance worth taking.

Should I speak,

or be silent.
Worth the risk,

Worth the loss.

Should I cherish

A friendship.
Should I,

From my heart,


Be taught.



Tick.
Time flashes.


Tick.
A stand still.


Tick.
Am I ready?


Tick.
Lines riddle my face,


Love Ages.


The author's comments:
When you have grown with someone through the roughest years, it's hard to wade through fears and decide what's worth more. Friendship, or being heard?

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