![]() StoryA Poem by Immortal
I've heard this story before,
a girl who thinks shes a downright bore, playing all the saddest cards, her head among the moon and stars. Well she isnt i say, to the bright of day, with her head among the stars, it's her thoughts that should be ours. Sometimes it repeats, waking forth from a fitful sleep, with the thoughts that should be ours, disappears once more into the half-light hours. From dusk till dawn, I hear her thoughts once more from the juvenile thoughts of bed-time lore, but wait. I've heard this story before.
© 2010 ImmortalAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on September 18, 2010 Last Updated on September 18, 2010 Author![]() ImmortalHaiku, HIAboutIm a musician/not-really-writer who has pipe dreams of everything. Im optimistic about almost every aspect of life and I appreciate a lot. My guitar is my life but so is my voice, couldn't live withou.. more..Writing
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