The Mist

A mist hangs over my thoughts tonight
A deep feeling of something not right

A chance that something may be wrong
The possibility that hope is gone

Perhaps the mist is but a dream
And truly nothing is as it seems

Although the mist could be just that
a shroud that clouds up thoughts and pasts

But wait a chance to hope and dream
A love more truer than it seems

A love thats bluer than the sky
The chance to never say goodbye

That a love could last the test of time
That nothing could break its perfect Rhyme

And in this love’s sweetest bliss
The warmest, longest, truest kiss

1/20/2011

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