You float across the pale sky
Leaving the wrong behind
You never could stand the helpful lie
Your beauty was always looked beyond
Because your reflection
Would only do you wrong.
I was given the direction in which you drift
And now you're in the lion's den
Fearing the actions which will create the shift.
YOU ARE READING
The New Year Lore
PoetryPoetry describing my perspective of new years through the eyes of the others. Quite thought out. weirdly enough, in these unorderly poems, order matters. I hope you enjoy. Or at least find it a passable way to spend the time. *cough* or potentially...
