Aren't we lovely?
Aren't we odd?
Do we not feel too much?
And create our own gods?
We just float
"Peers" upon rough seas
We bare a poet's plight
All we who write
You,
and me
But in the end there's nothing
Darkness,
yet to behold
We feel too much,
see to far,
And we know
all that shimmers
Isn't gold.~Amanda
A simple know nothing woman.