The poem I would never write would tell of the sun
And the moon and
The stars,
And how the color gray
Describes everything by far.
The poem I would never write
Would be about roses
And the wind in branches and trees.
The poem I would never write
Could never be read.
You see,
The poem I would never write
Would be about the unchartable,
An unwritten world waiting to be created.
The poem I would never write
Would explain my every wish,
The desires buried deeper then the sorrow I hold.
Words would not suffice in
The poem I would never write.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
The poem I would never write would tell of the sun
And the moon and
The stars,
And how the color gray
Describes everything by far.
The poem I would never write
Would be about roses
And the wind in branches and trees.
The poem I would never write
Could never be read.
You see,
The poem I would never write
Would be about the unchartable,
An unwritten world waiting to be created.
The poem I would never write
Would explain my every wish,
The desires buried deeper then the sorrow I hold.
Words would not suffice in
The poem I would never write.
