Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Ideals (or, a poem that's supposed to follow the triadic line)

O, try and tame this
Wild heart, but I
Don't mean it.

Let me be, let me
Be, but what I mean
Is catch me.

Bold, your actions are,
Steel yourself from me,
Rock solid.

Necessary you,
Quintessential I,
All we ever do is disappoint.
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  1. MApril 20, 2011 at 1:33 PM

    Umm, someone is trying to steeeel my thunder as Debbie Downer I see? Just get ready for Maine, k? You will NOT be disappointed in that(:

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