The Last Morning

The colour in your eyes has changed so greatly
My hills look different in your brown eyes

You took for granted my doubtful 'maybe'
And I am wandering in shadows blind

The sound of heart beat doesn't bear rythm
Which carried me through days and nights

You said the patience might be a virtue
But you stopped on the green traffic light

I feel like stranger in this 'good-morning'
This summer breeze won't welcome me

If maybe I chose to start walking
Unfortunately, you wouldn't hide the doors' key...

10:40 a.m.
8/ 20/ 03
Charles Town, WV

By Toni 'J' Blue