It has been a long time since I wrote any poetry, but this is still a lovely place! Please feel free to say hi, especially if you knew me from way back when. I'm glad to see that the Confessions thread is still running strong after all this time -- you guys rock :) |
A peasant asked his king,
Not as if he were an oracle...
Broken mirrors and paper planes,
Driving down empty highway lanes...
Two lives, so different,
bound separate paths yet...
I peer upon the silver moon,
The clouds so gracefully loom...
What would you do if I told you,
The the one you love is my enemy...
We leave knowing that once we close the door, pride won't let us run back home. |
Perfection is reached when you can see the positives of a flaw. |
Whoever said fantasy isn't real, never learned how to dream. |