Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2018
In a perfect world you're simple.
Easy like the sun melts snow,
Hear you speak words i already know.
But in passing, meaning fades away,
Like wooden boards we walked before,
It creaks and cracks,
Eventual bow,
It all has its time,
It all has to go.
Written by
charles  29/M
(29/M)   
1.1k
   Fawn, --- and Eryck
Please log in to view and add comments on poems