ThistleA Poem by KelleyA poem about how we need to let the young dream or our world could turn ugly.
There once way a boy who lived in a dream
Everyone told the boy he could not live like this Why asked the boy, and in return all they did was laugh I'll show you said the boy And built a house made of thoughts and memories A wink here, a kiss there, and never a crack to fall into Still they laughed The boy became angry and tears started to fall from the sky Darkness covered the boys new home And some may ask why You see this boy you just might know This boy is everywhere you go Lost he may be, alone in the dark Where no one else can see But don't anger this child For his name means fear He was bourn on a fault line Raised by witches His father was devil His mother the neutron bomb He makes love to L.S.D. then he moves on So think about it next time when you tell a child no Or tell them you can't do that © 2009 KelleyFeatured Review
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15 Reviews Added on March 7, 2009 AuthorKelleyNowhere near heaven, COAboutI am a guy who like to write everything from poetry to books.Stop by and say hi. I love writing everything from poetry to stories. more..Writing
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