Aug 2017
Dreamer's wings
Are fragile things
Made with threads of hope
Warming skies
Soaring so high
Threads become rope
Fear erupts
Doubt corrupts
******* in, cannot cope
Are fragile things
Made with threads of hope
Warming skies
Soaring so high
Threads become rope
Fear erupts
Doubt corrupts
******* in, cannot cope
A rhyming poem, I don't often do any sort of structured poem because I tend to loose flow whenever I try to make it fit such a pattern. It's alright I think.
