01-06-2015, 12:59 PM
A Young Romantic Hits the High Notes
I stand on the edge of a cliché,
holding another as it aches with dismay,
and so I go anon and moan,
it matters not that I groan,
or after all I have invested, I am alone!
Please, leave me, have no care,
but my I ask, did you do something to your hair?
If I had such beautiful hair as you possess,
I think I would not now be so depressed,
though I guess you know as once you were my friend,
and even though you hate me now, your presence would help me mend.
Yet, I know by dent of my sins I deserve no compassion,
oh for the time, when I was young and dashing.
–Erthona
©2015
I stand on the edge of a cliché,
holding another as it aches with dismay,
and so I go anon and moan,
it matters not that I groan,
or after all I have invested, I am alone!
Please, leave me, have no care,
but my I ask, did you do something to your hair?
If I had such beautiful hair as you possess,
I think I would not now be so depressed,
though I guess you know as once you were my friend,
and even though you hate me now, your presence would help me mend.
Yet, I know by dent of my sins I deserve no compassion,
oh for the time, when I was young and dashing.
–Erthona
©2015
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.