What if the rain ran off me Its drops leave no more scars? Words go sailing over head So burning scorn it never chars? Damaged memories fade away Like mist they dissipate? I feel no love or warmth at all There’s no where left for hate?
What if petals lose their scent My eyes miss pastel hue? Snow is just is a nuisance falling Over no more moods of blue? If Rainbows lose their majesty Romance stays in books alone? Then my life would be so tombstone grey, This heart without a home.
Post by apocalypticjay on Feb 21, 2010 18:51:50 GMT -5
I often wonder if romance still exsits in real life, my heart used to write poetry for somebody special but her eyes glanced and didn't much appreciate it. We poetic souls must wander this road of exceptance that we feel emotions heightened more than others sometimes and maybe tipping the person we adore to help us along isn't mildly absurd? hehe great writing Kermit! xx