Untitled by Joey Norwood

Untitled

by Joey Norwood

I was thinking of you,

Like a daisy growing under a tall oak tree

You picked for me -

on a warm summers day

I was thinking of you

Like a kiss that brushed my lips

While moonlight peered over the hillside-

streaming across a desolate lake,

I'm sorry if you lost your freedom,

I couldn't give you that -

Feeling,

Like sliding across a sea of glass

A reality that hits me and hangs on by a tiny string

You could easily snip and throw away

I'm sorry if I took your freedom,

And I gave you mine

You're right

there are many stages of love

taking away freedom is not love

Were we blind?

I was thinking of you,

Holding me so tight. You,

My new family and friend -

The one who makes me feel safe

A full moon disappears so fast,

Like shooting stars we never saw

A reality hits me and still hangs by a tiny string

I can't think of you anymore