New season 

The air smells like spring 

Birds are speaking only a language they know 

And I’m here thinking about you

Cars are driving by leaving the lingering sounds of exhausted souls 

Going but with no real place to go

Seeing a lot of the same things each and every day 

Trying to be whomever they’ve set their minds to be 

And I just want to try to be with you 

Leaves are changing; sun is shining and I’m just thinking about shining with you 

Like two twinkling stars in the night skyline or even blazing like this California sun 

I’m just waiting on the day you ultimately give in to me and we became us and I can relax and enjoy this season 

C. L Cunningham 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s