Done in this race as this piercing tells on me.
I tried fighting this battle,
Sadly one has to eat me settled.
I am thousand times ahead of time
For being true tastes like lime
If I had to make a law prime
Being open would make a crime.
Pros and cons are of nature.
This Lovely arrow painfully captures
Woe to times I tread friendly pastures
Now it dawned like rapture!
I was blind to Lies that lies within..
Triumphantly my hope so close have to close
Bitterness carves... a sharply carve
whole but left out in the whole..
We all love to rest in life's goodness... Sadly I am to leave the rest and join those yonder.
YOU ARE READING
YONDER
PoetryTrusting someone is quite easy, more of a weakness. This is a poem of a girl led yonder by being true.
