CrushA Poem by LunarSong
I'm too young for romance
But yet it makes its advance I'm too young to wait for princes Yet I day dream at all my chances Fairy Tales are not real But their truth has much appeal The world is cold, cruel and evil But there's happiness 'neath that anvil Crushes seem weak nonsense Love sparks hope and persistence I'm to young for sparking love But crushing descends like a white dove I hope he notices When I'm a true poetess I give silent dodging glances And look away at all my chances It's fleeting, mysterious Wondrous and delirious Many wise have pondered it's glory And what makes it come down lowly Years have been spent trying To figure out the lying Emotions that tell you nonsense Suffocates, and makes you so tense I'm too young for this But yet it leads to my bliss I marvel as it to me comes Leading the world with steady drums It passes age to age A romance playing on stage It starts small, but now is large And soon enough it will be in charge I'm too young for romance But yet it makes its advance I'm too young to wait for princes Yet I day dream at all my chances © 2011 LunarSongAuthor's Note
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Added on September 22, 2011Last Updated on September 24, 2011 AuthorLunarSong?AboutI like writing (duh), reading (double duh), tv (who doesn't?), school (weird, right?), martial arts, stargazing, superheroes, reading wikipedia articles... er, just living. I enjoy living. The small t.. more..Writing
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