The Dictator

Guardian of even happiness,

Perfoming in ever-evident colors,

Determines the length, and the rules, and the fate, of

All of the trials undertaken by fools just like us

(Can you figure?)

 

But, chronologically, I confess to sin,

Our mental history indicates that I didn't ever love you like I could have.

Now, I'm at a loss for conversation, but

How could it be when there's a thousand conversations that all belong to you

 

Have you figured your vindication,

All the reasons I am so unexplainably incorrect?

But could you ever forgive my apology, and think

Maybe we're the right people, in the wrong year?

 

Today the clock shakes on even notes,

Imperfect harmonies, could you relate that to you and I?

Misconceptions stole us apart, have you

Ever think to think that maybe we beat destiny just to lose in the end

Reviews

[Bright Eyes]

I love this!! I especially like the acrostic poem at the end. It was really captivating and had a great meter to it.

[Undying Glory]

awesome. i really like this. great job!

[victoriamaggie]

wow, i love it!
it has really nice description, and i must admit, ill have to look in the dictionary for some of those words, but it flows really nicely and you can infer most of the meanings...
nice work