The shadows of the sunlit windows
remind me of my days when I'd
do anything just to be loved.
The slowly creeping sunlight tells
a hard learned story of how over time
my immaturity started to wear off.
When hath I crossed the line from
immaturity to mature?
That line is not yet defined.
| None of your poems are "too long". Keep writing well. I hope to see more great work from you.||| Posted on 2006-07-28 00:00:00 | by Full Truth | [ Reply to This ] || Kewl and simple like Full Truth said. Very poetic had 2 find a short poem cause you write alot of poems and they seem to be long. NEways it was a cool poem and keep up the good work. Peace & stay safe!||| Posted on 2006-07-25 00:00:00 | by Cordell | [ Reply to This ] || I see what you mean. This was a simple poem to understand. It's not too long or short. It's just right.||| Posted on 2006-07-22 00:00:00 | by Full Truth | [ Reply to This ] |