Pride to LoveA Poem by E.K.DonaldsonPride is his name. Money is certainly not his fame. How then do they call him prideful? It is as if they speak with their mouths full. I thought him to be aloof. Now I see that I don't have proof. His eyes look at me. There could never be a we. How then does he think about us? I wonder if anyone could make a fuss. Could they really care about him in that way? If they did, they might eventually find dismay. How then could there be anything, If all I do is question everything? How quickly the topic went beyond and above. The questions went from pride to love. © 2015 E.K.Donaldson |
StatsAuthorE.K.DonaldsonPAAboutI love writing all sorts of things. I am told that I am best at poetry. I am busy though, so I can't post much. I am also on Wattpad. However, most of the work I post here is there also. more..Writing
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