Prose Poetry Poems

                                                                                  GETTING OLD

Here is a story about getting old

One that I think you should be told

First your skin begins to wrinkle

And your eyes soon lose

Bullying

Bullying is the work of a troubled mind

He or She friends cannot find

Many of them suffer at home from abuse           

He craves me

But duty will trump 

I crave him too, he resides in my head

My bed

My day

I talk with him but no answer I get

Restriction

Is our

The Sage

Adam, let Eve be,

 Come and Lie with me

 And make the Future free.

No woman was

There to utter things as

Sweet as these to save

Us

I have lost myself trying to find a way to you,every time the memories arouse they engulf me in timeless fear,im trapped in a box

Another Version

Hartley Forde

You can’t see the wind,
But that old mango tree,
Outside my window,
tell me it’s there..
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I

•≈ Shred ≈•

To you I gave my heart

No matter how dark your tale

Always I remained for you

Nothing did I hold back

Forever would I have been

Good girls make bad decisions

on the whim of a good heart,

Always second best,

Always second guessing themselves.

Feelings get lost, and broken, 

and scarred up, and healed over,

Until my mind

They hate the way that I just know who I am and it’s not up for discussion.

They love the way that when they talk down

As dawn come
As sun rises up
As cold air embraces me
The time I thought I’ll be happy
 
Full of expectations
Full of dreams
The dancing leaves
The ripen fruits
The