*Found* Completely left to scramble fate a fight we did not start, maybe we were made for them, but hiding around shadows wouldnt help either like a moth to the fire, we were gone, with untied latchets and ungirdled pants, stumbled to the mud and graced succumb, an ebb to feel nothing but crave to be found, in our ear it sings, the attitude we thought was love, the gesture we embraced and called safe, the deeming smiles we took to heart, all wore the robe of camouflage like the Eunuchs, we sat and watch our efforts trampled though gifted, we layed low in obeisance and gained regrets though stronge, sang this song of hope and wish it never comes, like the begger, we hoped on fate and wishes for the best. Though unseeming, considering the hedges bound to strife, laying our heads above trouble waters was the creed uneasy to attain So we pledged to our hearts, never to slack to slumber, ready to learn from the ants, until...... Until, The rain comes. #whatcanwordsdo?
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 16:33:28 +0000
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