The writer was asked once
A penny for a thought he had
He thought of a love lost
And it made him sad.
He wanted to tell her
That he did love her dear
But the time came and went
And she is no longer here.
He wasted a chance
And wasted her time
It been many years ago
But she still crosses his mind.
He has spent his time alone
Not even asking why
Staring out the window
Just watching time pass by.
He should've taken the leap
Just taken a chance
Being afraid of rejection
Afraid of romance.
So now the shadows stretch
The day is about done
He thinks of love and loss
With the setting of the sun.
(c) 2014 T.LaFountain