Thursday, January 28, 2010

Then please don't go


I wish I could hold you back and keep you here
If it is not hunger that is forcing you off
Please don’t go…

I wish I could tell you to stay here and be mine
If it is not your mother you want to be home for,
Please don’t go…

I wish you could look at me right now and know what I’m feeling inside
If it is not your son who is calling you home,
Please don’t go…

I wish, I could ask the time to stop, if you have to go at five
If it isn’t the night you are afraid of,
Please don’t go.


When I was on the Verge of Quitting

I am writing this post one year and one month after my last post. I buried writing as a past hobby, or a habit. I buried my urge to write as...