Untitled
Through his imaginations I dream
Of not the darkness, but devine
From those grave blue eyes I gaze
Upon the words, they shine
A mental picture of me, I dream
From the core of thoughts within
Feeding like a scavneger upon my view
From the world that I once had seen
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
