this poem is yet to be titled...A Poem by ~crimson curse~
Still waiting
Still standing at the platform
Gazing down at the calloused gravel
Silently waiting to conform
There are no whistles amongst the thistles
No whitened carousel of floating friends
Will it come around the bend?
Shall the sun stay waiting kindling to set?
Or maybe I should just...
Forget
Forgive
Forever
Still no plumes to arouse the senses
Just miles of ungoverned fences
Yes,
Maybe I should just
Forget.
Do not fret
It will be as if we never met....
© 2008 ~crimson curse~ |
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1 Review Added on September 25, 2008 Author~crimson curse~AboutI live in a land where no perturbs the great silence of my humble abode. Search for me and i will be sitting on the edge of a black and wholesome universe. I enjoy various petty things in life many be.. more..Writing
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