Have you ever wondered
The worth of your words?
Whether they weigh on the mind
Or are erased from sight?
I have.
It's a question worth answering.
I seem to remember
The words of a friend;
"Everything that begins
Must have an end"
I understand.
Are my words worth as much as that?
Like the lead trails left
By a pencil, well-used.
My words flow,
Just as free.
Will I encounter the dread as well?
The dreaded pink rubber beast.
YOU ARE READING
Fly Away
PoetryThese are just some poems that I wrote mostly at midnight. Why midnight? I don't know. Most of them are pretty random topics so if you don't like one just move to the next because it will most probably be on a different topic or have a different sty...
