Andrew Rose Poems
|1.||Only A Grain Of Sand||11/25/2007|
|3.||Representation Of Time||11/27/2007|
|4.||Sometimes I'M Away||11/28/2007|
|5.||The World Moves||11/29/2007|
|6.||Waiting For Realisation||11/29/2007|
|7.||Who Really Wishes Upon A Star||11/29/2007|
|9.||The Remains Of Yesterday||12/12/2007|
|17.||Where Is This||12/16/2007|
|19.||Mixed Dream Thoughts||6/4/2008|
|21.||Progression, During Early Mourning||11/17/2007|
|23.||A Reminder Of Absence||11/22/2007|
|24.||Age Has Past||11/24/2007|
|28.||And Then I Hear Your Voice||6/4/2008|
|29.||A Moment's Madness||12/16/2007|
What do I miss?
I miss being in love,
That touchable happiness like no other
Is a slowly faded image of emotions now,
Still, somewhat viewable I guess,
But once again
Untouchable by me.
What can I do?
How naive could I be?
If I now held out my arms, and closed my eyes,
Would you be there for when they opened again?
Oh say you would appear,
With me once more,
Just like it used to be.
That was back then,
Which seems so long ago,
When you occupied that neglected place in my heart,
When things were happier than they ever ...
Oh how it pains when it rains,
Washing away past with gloom,
This makes the trees look the same,
All dripping they loom,
In the grey of today.
The sun would sing its song,
But its life stayed away,
On better days which have gone,