deepundergroundpoetry.com

Of the People

The green was never there, we'd caught in glimpse our amity,

There was power in association, because we couldn't imagine the minute

we'd take the easy path to love, and breathe when we had the chance.

Dancing notes of ecstasy through someone else's eyes, stolen time,

Little did I know, and hardly a shred more now.
Written by Gnashville (These Watery Eyes)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1 reading list entries 0
comments 1 reads 696
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Yesterday 11:28pm by Vision_of_insanity
COMPETITIONS
Yesterday 8:15pm by Indie
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 3:09pm by gothicsurrealism
POETRY
Yesterday 3:03pm by PAR
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 1:45pm by mel44
COMPETITIONS
Yesterday 12:24pm by Vision_of_insanity