Kewayne Wadley

(1987- / Groton, Connecticutt)

Beauty


Be my savior from the world that exists only when your away
The lies preached into existence
As all I could long is for the caress of your open hand
Grey hairs left behind
as the wisdom you've bestowed about so much
Paved roads that grow fear as to one day they'll grow cracked
dull to the shine from once they were paved
Uncontrolled fears that go without doubt
Troubled that one day your touch will no longer be present
As all things that grow old
forlorn
forgotten
All I could want is the time allotted through faith
To cherish every second
As we travel this road together
With aged hands I plan on looking at love and ask her the same question, years from now
If you could dream of anything worthwhile
what would it be

Submitted: Monday, March 31, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 31, 2014

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