Day by day, week after week…
I sit here, now terror fluttering back to its abyss.
I, confusedly ponder to decide why was their fate to go back?
Of course it’s miraculous for my spirit, body and I.
I continue to think while my thoughts stutter with doubt
They left without their horrifying, terrific, laugh.
They were no threats, nor boomerangs of some sort…
Maybe they are on a wheel of karma,
Leaving for now, to putrefy another mind, then comeback for mine…
So they can fill themselves with laughter and joy.
While I sit in despair and watch this treachery afoot.
But wait, who was this woman I met?
She was the definition of the word outgoing
-Her dancing was like a cure for the mind,
To watch in amusement, so the mind can settle
-Her voice was the cure for relaxation of the mind
The voice was soothing, to feel safe and secure
-Her body was, was carved by angels, beauty to the mind
Remarkable, the best looking bliss.
Maybe she is an angel.
Giving guidance to those demons to go home,
To torture themselves in their own, demonic ways.
[[[But I begin to think again…
Why would she help me?
I’m never to her level, I’m subordinate, a lower rank.
But, maybe I have a chance… this angel grasped my hand.]]]
| Wow, that was deep! :]|
I love it.
And it doesn't have to rhyme to be good.
My english teacher tought us NOT to rhyme!
Keep up the good work
|| Posted on 2006-07-09 00:00:00 | by fallenpopcorn10 | [ Reply to This ] |