Someday the grass will turn into gold,
And my voluntary suicide will make the sun rise.
brilliant colors adorning dawn's brow,
A crown of fragile love.
Every picture that I take turns brown,
crinkled with old age and memory dust.
Intrinsic value lost to the wind
As that picnic plays itself in my head.
Set me free, dear memories
I don't want to fall prisoner,
To all the moments I slaved over,
Little hello's escaping your lips.
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Comments
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Great
Great, and not a moment to late
The night dances the fox's pace
for benevolance is beginning to quake
I've lost my foundation, my last base
my voice, my tears shall forever be gone
rejection and privilege are now twin
every breath ellapsing like the last,
the absence reflects the coming of fawn
the bowler's hat has lost it's spin
too little too late for one final blast
That's what i think when i read your poem xD. Everything is fading and in the end what could have saved you just wasn't enough anymore.
I think it's a great poem =). I portray's reality.
P.S. If you havn't read my poem Reality I think you'll like it =).
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