Grow

 

First time ever,

Things, they change,

Priorities change

When people change.

 

We make mistakes,

We learn and grow,

We ride the tides

Of astral flow.

 

We love for better,

Or for worse,

But all in all,

We escaped a great curse.

 

You filled your belly,

With things others only guessed,

And lost yourself,

In what you thought was best.

 

But time is molding you,

A brand new heart,

And my love, dear lover,

Has been true from the start.

 

♡♥♡♥

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Astral_Tides's picture

Lovely. I like how there is

Lovely.

I like how there is so much openness to this.

Each stanza holds a varity of possabilites, broadening the poem.

Felt donfused and jaded, yet as though something was holding my hand throughout.

Then the ending felt like waking up from a bad dream.

Very unique style, awesome share light bright.


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.

 


 

bishu's picture

Me haz poked mah snout into all yaz posts for a day

Me haz poked mah snout into all yaz posts for a day so why not dis one.OMG ! A heart transplantation.Me is gettin da jitters.I wonder if snakes hab hearts

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willow's picture

Gorgeous

I love the rhythm and all the expressions you use- particularly 'we make mistakes, but learn and grow, we ride the tides, of astral flow'- 

nightlight1220's picture

Thank you willow!! ♥

Thank you willow!! ♥


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "