PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Immature children fall in line
forgetting all memories of individualism

while shimmering stones skip across a pool.
Lets hide from the world for a moment –
eventually we will come back.

Hinder your life for the sake of another and

ruthlessly protect the ones you love because
tomorrow they will love you; 
someday things will be set right.

Youngsters play with seashells, killing 
          only the ones they love the most.
Under the stars we danced

until our skirts twirled around our waists and

I kissed you because individuals are a rare breed.

Will you remember me in the end?
Images captured in photographs still hang on the wall.
          Leave them there.
Later, gaze at them and know my face.
In the end this really doesn't matter.
Let the Fates have their fun;

let them lead us back to the beginning so

hopefully we will survive this.
Evening is coming on fast.
Rest well, Sweet One. One day all will be right.