Blissfully Unaware

Random I suppose

I pretended not to care,

As they pretended not to stare,

So blissfully unaware.

 

One may call it  a freak,

One may call it bleak,

But I call it poetically unique.

 

Something so mysterious,

Sometimes called delirious,

Or even deleterious.

 

There is something so magnetic,

Something so poetic,

It makes me energetic.

 

It fills me with fire,

It satiates my desires,

The plane of life taking me higher,

 

Until the clouds disappear behind me,

And it is all that I can see.

 

Reviews

[Chloe]

........AWESOME!!!!!

[Roo]

this is another really great one, awesome job

[Elissa; the genuine art..]

"One may call it a freak,
One may call it bleak,
But I call it poetically unique."
--- Lovessssss it!!!!