from my lips
I was sifting through my little black book, looking for inspiration for my next post and I came across this poem which I probably let loose on some girl in the past. To preface the poem, I just want to say that each poem I usually write concerns something that usually happened (mostly what went wrong). Also, the poems usually never rhyme and have little to no flow. That said, here is the poem:Steps~
The helpless mind is forever lost.
Giving into black and white photos of the past,
And the technicolor dreams of the future.
How am I able to repay,
The debts that I have acquired?
Whether I planned on buying into them or not?
Will my dreams be shattered as glass,
Each piece as brittle and broken as the next?
Or can I piece them together again?
The future is a few steps ahead.
Do I stop now and wait for nothing?
Or take those steps in earnest?
-luke
posted by brodie @ 12:28 AM
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