Half Past My Emotions

I never knew I was walking down the ridge,

And the thoughts in my minds seemed to nudge-

Me memories that always came with my life,

Which was long forgotten once upon a lifetime.

I am not a leaf on the breeze,

I am not a poet who sleeps,

But I am the words of the whisper.

I am the sound of the desire.

Its calling me back home,

Where I can always sing my song.

But I dont want to go home now,

Because I find the path too slow.

Understood have I always,the words of snow,

When it fell on my head in its flow.

The rains must have been crazy,

Looking at me romancing this lady.

I never conspired about my feelings,

When I know it always inspired my stealings.

Robbing the breeze its gentleness,

Taking from flowers its cuteness.

I remember speaking to flowers about her,

And they asked me if more beautifull they are,

My answers slipped my lips to come out,

But flowers still are the most beautifull,i felt.

And,here ends my parade of circumstances,

Home can I go back and sleep with bliss,

Because the words of my worlds,

Seemed to be coming back with the rains.