if one day,
I am away,
worry not.
if in two or
three days,
there are
no words,
no write,
I am all right.
if a week
becomes
two and s t r e t c h e s
the ache…
to a month
or two in
you.
I have gone
across
the Rainbow Bridge,
to the Other side,
with no regrets…
save not knowing
you, as one of this
Warriors conquests.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
if one day,
I am away,
worry not.
if in two or
three days,
there are
no words,
no write,
I am all right.
if a week
becomes
two and s t r e t c h e s
the ache…
to a month
or two in
you.
I have gone
across
the Rainbow Bridge,
to the Other side,
with no regrets…
save not knowing
you, as one of this
Warriors conquests.
Pens or swords
blood or words
claims to shame
likeable fame
read and read
write and write
can you hear
your heart pounding
in your chest
to get out of
the lax-a-daisy
you have become,
get fierce,
in word
and deed,
sheath your
pen in some
one else's skin
and let the ink
stain behind.
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