Precious Words
I sent my words out into the world
Without a second thought
Set them free, let them roam
In the begining they were bold, magnificent
They found the beauty and sent it back to me
A roadmap of moons and stars, flowers and lovers
Then a betrayal
The words stopped coming back to me
Led me astray, alone in the gloom
I wanted to keep them, but they wanted to go
So I set them free, my precious words
Well who could blame anyway?
YOU ARE READING
3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever - 2018
PoetryWelcome to the Poets Pub 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever. This year it will be an eight (8) week gauntlet style poetry competition, with a new poetry prompt every week and a winner announced each week. All winners will be eligible for our Poet...
