it can pass you buy without even winking
you can laugh it off with smooth composure
the photo shows as overexposure
sanity rests on a rocky mountainside
no rain for days, it's arid and dry
there is lightning from the heat
lack of thunder makes it incomplete
blood seeps red and drops in code
thoughts will make your heart explode
destiny...an accident waiting to happen
what once rested smooth is now misshapen
call it destiny or maybe kismet
maybe there's one you haven't met yet
pack all your stuff in one neat bag
hoping whoever opens will read the tag
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
1 comment:
nice poem..I enjoyed reading...
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