Hardly Alone (Collab)

by Ashleigh Skye   Nov 12, 2008


I wrote this poem with Dark Savior thanks for all of your help
http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/author.html?id=58937

I hear your voice through the whispering wind,
your picture bouncing through my mind,
while sitting on this wasted space,
a part of you I'm hoping to find.

Thinking of how you are each and everyday.
If only our love wasted captivated this way
The power of love holds me in these moral bonds
The heart screams, for something it longs.

And your face I just can't see to forget,
for it follows me where ever I go,
smiling behind the swaying trees,
laughing 'neath the shimmering snow.

The wind whispers your name
I'm sure you think it's inane
I can't help but feel I missed out
perhaps our hearts are taking another route?

But I know that we will meet again,
when fate lays down her hand,
for when love is strong and true,
things always go as planned.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Spirit

    Hardly Alone

    (Corrections are in all caps)

    I hear your voice through the whispering wind,
    your picture bouncing through my mind,
    while sitting IN this wasted space,
    a part of you, I'm hoping to find.

    Thinking of how you each and everyday.
    If only our WASTED LOVE, captivated this way
    The power of OUR love holds me in these MORTALl bonds
    MY heart screams, for something it longs.

    and I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO FORGET YOUR FACE
    IT follows me where ever I go,
    smiling behind the swaying trees,
    laughing BENEATH the snow.

    The wind, IT whispers your name
    AND I'm sure THAT I'M inane
    I can't help but feel THAT I missed out
    our hearts NOW TAKE another route?

    But I know that we will meet again,
    when fate lays down her hand,
    for when love is strong and true,
    things WILL always go as planned.

    Sorry If I changed your and your friend's poem too much to where I destoried it. It was a good effort and a great idea for a poem.

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