A Poem by lakki

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action
Our wills and fates do so contrary run

O, woe is me, 
To have seen what I have seen, see what I see 
Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go
Woe is me, you are so sick of late,
So far from cheer and from your former state

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; 
Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
Purpose is but the slave to memory,
Of violent birth, but poor validity
To be, or not to be: that is the question:

© 2015 lakki

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When we see those we love falter, there is much to fear. Those little doubts are cracks in our certainty… little cracks that become breaches of our love.

Posted 5 Years Ago

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The question is why is your ink is purple? Try writing with less aggression next time, it might earn you a friend. Great work!

Posted 6 Years Ago

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5 Years Ago

Thank you! I will work on that! :D

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Added on December 24, 2015
Last Updated on December 24, 2015