There are many things
that they call you -
A vagabond of the stars,
A mercenary of hearts,
A serenader of dreams,
A marauder of wishes,
A bandit of souls.
You are like a ripple
in the water;
there for a moment
before you disappear.
A fire to a forest;
destined to go out
but not before
the damage is done.
A star
shining so brightly
before you burn yourself
into oblivion.
YOU ARE READING
Folie à Deux
PoetryMidnight poetry from the darkness in my mind and clawing in my heart, quickly scribbled before they're lost to the eternity of time. [Highest achievement is #79 in Poetry (30/5/16.) This is a massive achievement to me and I'd like to thank everyone...
