purple flower
Illogical
Transmorphical
Inundated with the non-sensicle
Trying to figure out
Wondering and pondering
With logic out the window
Up the mountain
In the woods
With the ants and the flies
Not making sense at all
Only one is for certain
The closeness
The parting
The unrelenting heat
The heart hoping
Never wanting to leave
Non-sensa-logical
When will it end
When will it make sense
When will the thoughts make sense
The day of acceptance
So it beckons
Transmorphical
Inundated with the non-sensicle
Trying to figure out
Wondering and pondering
With logic out the window
Up the mountain
In the woods
With the ants and the flies
Not making sense at all
Only one is for certain
The closeness
The parting
The unrelenting heat
The heart hoping
Never wanting to leave
Non-sensa-logical
When will it end
When will it make sense
When will the thoughts make sense
The day of acceptance
So it beckons
posted by Magnetic Moon at 1:20 am
2 Comments:
Well, finally! :)
Beautiful writing. I was looking forward to this very much. You're so poetic... don't argue with me on that, ok? Promise? :P
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