everything should be harmless,
like the shuddering wind in the frosted trees
nothing should be misread
especially the lines between,
what is illusion and what is real
what you imagine and what you feel,
if everything is simple as life and death,
why is there misconception, strife, and loneliness?
if time is constant, if all else fails,
the life we have is our lovely tale.
Write it truthful,
write it straight
don't be afraid of the impact you make,
the toes you stomp,
and the hearts you break,
will just be bumps of the road you take.
Intertwining and running past,
live it slow not fast,
for you might miss what you see,
and then, my friend, you will be just like me.
Afraid to stand, to sit, to say.
Let your heart be free
let your heart fly away.
wow, i haven't written a poem in ages, and that just flew out of me, like the cold wind outside my window.
feelin' creative, valerie.
