We dream of the sky past the windosill,
There we stay curled up dead still.
We speak of dreams and interesting times,
when life was easy and people kind,
and wish that the ceiling was the sky.
Oh wonders of my eyes to see,
your heart in misery.
Should it be in secrets we share
deep love, but can't, and wouldn't dare.
A little shy I find myself unable to say a word.
Still I look to see if my thoughts you must've heard.
A bitter thought deals a deadly blow,
as she frightens me.
but as bitter as these thoughts are,
I try my hardest not to portray these.
As I've been told many a time,
live life as days are given.
But there's this thought in my mind,
We'll end up perfectly broken.
We dreamed of the sky past the windowsill,
there we stayed curled up dead still.
We spoke of dreams and interesting times,
when life was easy and people kind.
And we wished that the ceiling was the sky.
Author notes
For him, and for her.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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the language is good, the structure is good...nothing i can really find wrong with this one. Good strong write (but all your poems are), well done michelle, keep it up.
David
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If I knew how to do that bravo Emoticon I would place it here
I can see this one inspiring me to write something..... But What I have to write just hasn't manifested into my head yet..... Time is now 8:34 so that would be why
Hummmm g2g my laptop sounds very angry :S
xx
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