I look like some fool.
Break over a wall getting higher,
Time won't end up victim.
Say some emotion.
I've been keeping you,
But through your talk
and your untrue,
you scream and shout protection.
I look like some fool.
Break over a wall getting higher,
Time won't end up victim.
Lock up inside.
You break this learned lesson.
Take declaration,
step back,
put on and avoid complications.
I look like some fool.
Break over a wall getting higher,
Time won't end up victim.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 420
Victim of Love
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