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Circle, encircle
quiet, but me Bright star, or only the swell of my sweet pillow with eternal sighs, Can't say if I want that now. This is my little world Mine and only mine. I can pass my time silently and I'll be gone soon, silently To my, my other world. A ditty's all I keep 'Cause people never end with the other light. Truth to the aching question; Why did I ever try? Aftermath is a foolish thing to do after the storm And she slept quiet So I sat beside her bed To see what stares and haunts her Me, it was my picture hanging, so death defining, Up there Firm life, thin death You could have your little life If my people don't say It is hard to get A life like a parking lot So stuffed that you couldn't get one more A car not ditched Sparkling dizziness, hast of the muzz Lovable license, death defining coda In a town called love. Death is close Your people closer But you are already free Boring, Trouble's good in jail Temperament's treasure Calm's the quest Time's the cycle And nymph's the trek. I saw a mourning today in the tree between us.. Here, plumy sky Feyonce's feathers Lightening for lightings and Hotel California's booked. Summer boy lies, I confess. Cover up sorries This is a false tale. A life is an angel imaging in black wings. Together two fallen stars can't never shine again And courage is a thing of zest. There's a story from my past Risen this high, itself it was aghast So it fell Unwind, And let them jump And the prairies touch down And the riddles that you speak And I don't know where all the good girls go I don't know where all the good ones went away Love is a sacred feeling Where you lead for nothing Or lose the game on your own © 2019 PraveenAuthor's Note
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