Echo Brings

Echo Brings

Echo Brings

If I were once again young,
Would you believe me…words of my tongue?
Or would you just spank me and bid me to stop?
Expressing myself over wood on the dock

I call out to waters, my voice doth it ring
Alone by myself, opinion echo brings
So now I can hear what I said and I meant
I love you for always, though I did you send

Yet you did not want that, hardly at all
But my voice, still it travels as I send my call
Oh are you still with me and do you still care?
Or when I am drowning, would you rather stare?

If this is what’s meant when you reap what you sow
Then I’d rather feel it when it can soon grow
That way I won’t wonder if soil was just right
To grow me a garden I planted last night

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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