02:32
Thank you for your concern.
But what I have to say to you my muse
Is that I am tired
And don't wish to speak right now.
Long distance love just is not correct at this time.
For the person who is texting me I don't know
My muses sense of balance was so off
She couldn't send her love her self
And turned to a carrier
To carry her
Through the regret.
Your sense of balance is astray right?
While you tumble further back on the log
You seem to be rising higher.
And I am dipping into the fall
In which my end of the log is favouring.
To stay on the log,
Would be sealing my own unbalance.
YOU ARE READING
The New Year Lore
PoesiePoetry 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...
