Waterloo Dreams Spent!
Outstanding.
His love.
In a fine muddle of loss,
In a pre-conceived idea.
The way to turn obliterated.
Imaginations images obscured.
Blocked by blinding light.
A nutcase in rebellion.
Without acknowledgement.
Love,
She left her emotions on the platform.
Down at Waterloo.
All the love she ever felt,
Turned deepest sapphire blue.
Abolition on the tissue,
She used to wipe her weeping eyes.
Along with words of worship.
Unjustly spent.
Before truth came along.
Then away she went.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
Waterloo Dreams Spent!
Outstanding.
His love.
In a fine muddle of loss,
In a pre-conceived idea.
The way to turn obliterated.
Imaginations images obscured.
Blocked by blinding light.
A nutcase in rebellion.
Without acknowledgement.
Love,
She left her emotions on the platform.
Down at Waterloo.
All the love she ever felt,
Turned deepest sapphire blue.
Abolition on the tissue,
She used to wipe her weeping eyes.
Along with words of worship.
Unjustly spent.
Before truth came along.
Then away she went.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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