We roam the seas with paper boats
With paddles made of rotten cloth
Chances so small and so remote
That we will travel beyond the docks
With paddles made of rotten cloth
Chances so small and so remote
That we will travel beyond the docks
The downside of illegal dreams Is that if cought you do the time Not in the prison of the world But in the jail inside your mind And if you look to ease your soul These aren't the lines you shoud've read Because a warm and healthy sleep Is not for those who steal a dream
So true! Nice Poem :)
ReplyDeleteNice indeed. I'm so impressed by poetry because I couldn't write anything! Bravo
ReplyDeleteYou just have to try. :D
Delete"That we will travel beyond the docs"
ReplyDeleteI'm a bit slow, what does "docs" mean?
Document? :P
I misspelled it.
DeleteA very lovely poem. Great imagery, with a dark and sad tone.
ReplyDeleteI write this for you.
As the demons flee,
Hope remains,
Hiding in the dark.
Why was she there?
Confined with despair?
Thank you very much.
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