He was a poet,
She his poetry.
He was a crooner,
She his melody.
He was a painter,
She his masterpiece.
He was a monk,
She his inner peace.
He was a captain,
She his ship.
He was an admiral,
She his fleet.
He was a laddie,
She his missy.
. . .
. .
.
Now there's no more she.
Forlorn is he.
W e e p i n g.
G n a s h i n g.
W a n d e r i n g.
Stripped of...
"E v e r y t h i n g"
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
He was a poet,
She his poetry.
He was a crooner,
She his melody.
He was a painter,
She his masterpiece.
He was a monk,
She his inner peace.
He was a captain,
She his ship.
He was an admiral,
She his fleet.
He was a laddie,
She his missy.
. . .
. .
.
Now there's no more she.
Forlorn is he.
W e e p i n g.
G n a s h i n g.
W a n d e r i n g.
Stripped of...
"E v e r y t h i n g"
A poem written and inspired by the events between I and P.LNM
Special Thanks to my good friend ZSB for helping me out with this piece.
