Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Look at him, oh, how composed he looks, like a tree on a windless day in spring But alas! Our eyes see as much. His heart is in pieces and bits as, in love, he pulls her up to fulfil her dreams while she holds onto the rope that drags her baggage and still a little hope.
0
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
Drag Me.
Look at him, oh, how composed he looks, like a tree on a windless day in spring But alas! Our eyes see as much. His heart is in pieces and bits as, in love, he pulls her up to fulfil her dreams while she holds onto the rope that drags her baggage and still a little hope.
SSha
Written by
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem