Yes. Please? No...Fine.

The colors of stars
Glimmer under
Thin, veined lids

The spite of none
Twinkle low
On the burden

The idea of many
Converge close
Only to leave it be

For some I am something
For you I may be nothing
To me I'm just a little crazy

So to huddle it closed
And to simmer it faster
I'll majestically climb
Up mother trucker mountains
They're quite purple
Like that cheshire smile

So...Yes.
Please?
No...Fine.

Author's Note

Lost pleas always cry for remembrace.

Reviews

[Colin Stewart]

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THIS IS A GRAND RELATIONSHIP YOU HAVE!
WE ARE LOOKING FOR BOLD DARING PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELF TO LIGHT UP OUR MARQUEE AT: thepoeticminds.com (poetry, literature and dreams) and our FRIENDLY FAMILY AND GLOBAL COMMUNITY ENSURE THE RIGHT TO YOUR ARTISTIC FREEDOM...... IT WOULD BE LOVELY TO SEE YOU AGAIN ....
SO THAT WE CAN EMBRACE THESE BEAUTIFUL HEARTFELT WORDS!

[.]

"For some I am something
For you I may be nothing
To me I'm just a little crazy"
...love this...
"So...Yes.
Please?
No...Fine."
{perfect ending}
love this poem!!!

james:-)

[Adam]

i uberly like this poem! i really like how it made me feel while reading it, and, the ending is AmAzInG!!! lol