Teen Poetry #1 |
![]() ![]() |
realization of my life |
![]() ![]() ![]() |
porowolf Junior Member
since 1999-07-15
Posts 16colo. spgs. , co, usa |
Notes His poeems were always for her His mona Lisa, his flame. Her hair changed colour, Her looks digressed. Now he writes, not about flame, But fire. He writes for himself. He writes for the ashes. He writes about his life. Like the web of a spider, His pen catches his life, Turning, in an outward gyre. |
||
© Copyright 1999 porowolf - All Rights Reserved |
![]() ![]() |
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
![]() ![]() ![]() |
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. |