The look in his eyes,
it foreshadows a fate,
his fate.
He grew under the shadow of her love,
only to be crushed when the shadow left,
and the sun crushed his pathetic soul,
ripping him up by the roots.
Was his prosperity short lived?
Some would say yes,
others no.
I, on the other hand,
believe he never prospered.
He suffered under the wing of the girl of his dreams.
Sheltered from the harsh truth,
that love *****
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 8:03 AM UTC
The look in his eyes,
it foreshadows a fate,
his fate.
He grew under the shadow of her love,
only to be crushed when the shadow left,
and the sun crushed his pathetic soul,
ripping him up by the roots.
Was his prosperity short lived?
Some would say yes,
others no.
I, on the other hand,
believe he never prospered.
He suffered under the wing of the girl of his dreams.
Sheltered from the harsh truth,
that love *****
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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