A Poem by Brian Kraklau

a song

Castles made out of sand
All wash away into the sea
I'm just a paper mache boy
Wanting to be your king
Oh, please, would you be my queen?
My heart is on fire
Every time i think of you 
And with every sun rise
I know my heart is true
I just hope you feel the same too.
I watch the world go by
Without any kind of direction
And yet I stand so very still
My mind on your reflection
oh I hope you have the same affection.
Though I'm still made of paper
Filled with all kinds of stains
It may be hard to accept
That my heart still remains
I'll be waiting here till the tide breaks.

© 2015 Brian Kraklau

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This poem is lovely and I love the way it rhymes.Such a story of love.......Hope it gets fulfilled and emerges out as a requitted love story...Great job:)

Posted 8 Years Ago

i love your poem. it has such a nice melody and comes along so easy with the sand and the wind of the sea. Just paper, nothing too precious, but what can be more precious for a writer as paper? Your poem is as light as a little piece of paper sailing with the wind and if there is any pain because of love it is hopeful pain i see. very sweet!

Posted 8 Years Ago

love the piece and i will say that it was a heart felt poem , preferably the word king is what caught my eye and to the end i was welling up almost cried ,, i think that the theory of writing froM PAIN AND AN EXPERIENCE IS NO DOUBT TRUTH THEN HOPEFULLY THE MESSAGE IN THE PIECE WILL REACH SOMEONE AS IT HAS TONIGHT ,, LOVE IT AND KEEP IT UP ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT YOU THINK IT AND YOU CAN ACCOMPLISH IT , GREAT JOB ,,

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on March 13, 2015
Last Updated on March 13, 2015
Tags: love, relationships, true love, islands, castles, sand castles, paper ache, affection


Brian Kraklau
Brian Kraklau

Las Vegas, NV

just another human trying to analyze this reality from my own limited perspective. I'm here, there, and throughout each word i write. perhaps in time I could find myself within this mess. outside of t.. more..