khakis tattered, frayed sweatshirt, dirty hands & hair unkempt...pastels cascading the horizon, eyes swelling, tears of awe
nursery rhyme...
Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above this world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
...insignificant
****** says she hates to face rejection...if she only knew the feeling in reliving rejection, each time I look into *****'s eyes, radiating light
poetry is a release, a projection of emotions..but every poet is a thief, stealing words to represent such feelings...but what does that make you, one who attempts to inhibit my compositions, with your deadlines and restrictions...free verse is meant to be free
it's been months since i've kissed a girl
weeks since i've seen a sunset
even longer since i've looked at the stars |
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