"Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted."- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Hear thy weeping and laughter
Love, desire and hate
A story writing forever after
Pick up tickets at thy gate
Taking us to another place
Show how things they see
Open emotions up on thy face
So that ones can set them free
Drink some wine, toss roses
Nothing quite like it seems
Captivating before curtain closes
For was all but a dream
Let the crowd now stand
The setting was night and day
Take there bow with slight hand
For was the conclusion of thy play
Written By: Gregorio A.”Guardian7Angel” L. Perales
Like this:
Like Loading...
Related