silent sunday poem
Poem / Poetry

Silent Sunday

When I’m with you, 
I get lost in the moment every time
You may not know it but
As we say goodbye I count the hours 
Wishing for the time I can be with you again

Waiting for you to say you feel the same
Feels like forever.
I’m not a patient person and that Sunday
I can no longer hold it

I grabbed your hand steel myself
Open my mouth, ready to confess
But then you say “What a silent Sunday”
And give that peaceful grinned
Yeah, yeah, I chickened out once again

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Jessica / Jessie Winterspring is a time travel romance fanatic who loves writing fiction about ordinary people with extraordinary experiences. She blogs music inspired stories, poems, micro-fictions, moments in life. She enjoy spending time outdoors, adore animals and traveling with her family. She like anything unusual and fun. CLICK HERE to read more about her or CLICK HERE to view her books

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