Author: Blackrose Ki PM
An odd riddle-like poem. You can try to understand, but the answer is always something beyond reach.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 143 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 09-26-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2955840
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I dont think Ill make it
I've told many stories,
And named many names-
Yet the names that are named,
Are not those most famed.
There has been a great fortune,
Brought by more than one break-
And has been greater deceit,
Then one soul may take.
There was even the gift of happiness,
Yet one that would not rest,
On a heart so dizzy-hearted,
And a soul from such a nest.
Thus this heart is making plans now-
Yes this heart it needs a turn-
This soul is breaking walls now-
To a place of its own herd.
But do not fret-
No do not fear-
For the path it knows,
Is not one heard.
Yet the heart will turn-
Yes the heart will choose its path-
It will past through the challenge-forest,
To a place of no regret.