-(?)-
This well thought out life
just won't go to plan.
sticks and stones
keep breaking bones.
promises lie unfulfilled
somewhere out there floating
With dreams still un lived.
forgiveness un metered,
Pain circles like vultures
and uncertainty reigns.
who would have thought
To have thunk
so much thought
and given it all over
for naught?
Comisserations lie inherent
in my dissertations.
A Professor
of my null thoughts.
Still stuck here only my
Still stuck here only my poetry is worse...
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."