Wade through the melted woods of emotion
To reach the shining prize of secret.
Warped and twisted is the bittersweet forest
Of all she holds in her dream.
Don't bring a machete, the more you cut
The faster it grows back.
Don't hack through, slip past. Take none of that
Bold front nonsense.
I'll give you a tip. She's a fake, challenge her
And she's gone.
Use your eyes. Watch for the Rain, then make
Your move.
7 years ago
3 comments:
I like this poem very much.
Great linking of unusual thought packages
-shining prize of secret
-melted woods of emotion
-bittersweet forest.
Very impressive.
Thanks, but I'm finished.
i like it much
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