Alarm, tootbrush, name tag, shoes
Alarm, tootbrush, name tag, shoes
Alarm, tootbrush, name tag, shoes
Alarm, tootbrush, name tag, shoes
Roads that tirelessly greet me every morning,
Engine angrily grumbles as it wakes up.
Distorted faces hidden by the same tasteless coffees.
And the piles of papers demanding to be sorted.
Alarm, tootbrush, name tag, shoes
Alarm, tootbrush, name tag, shoes
Alarm, tootbrush, name tag, shoes
Alarm, tootbrush, name tag, shoes
Roads that have now become annoyed with the same mundane presence
Engine threatening to explode by the frequent disrupt awakenings.
Distorted faces that disappear among hollowed corridors.
And the piles of papers demanding to be killed.
Shoes, nightgown, pillows, contentment.
-Vise Leau
Showing posts with label poem rants. Show all posts
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Thursday, September 13, 2018
Monday, August 20, 2018
Romeo And Juliet
Falling in love at 13 and people call it puppy love.
That it doesn't matter.
It will never matter.
And they are the same spirits that romanticize Romeo and Juliet.
Falling in love at 20 but people can no longer have trust.
He loves her, but he loves her too.
She loves him, but not as much as she loves him.
And they are the same spirits that believe love comes with honesty and maturity.
Falling in love at 30 and people rush towards it because time is now a fiend.
He's good enough, I guess.
She'll do.
Beggars can't be choosers.
And they are the same souls that believes a soul is specially made for another.
Falling in love at 40 are for people who have nothing to lose.
A second chance at love they say.
Or it could be a moment of that long awaited "finally"
And they are the few lucky souls that truly understand romeo and juliet..
- Vise Leau
That it doesn't matter.
It will never matter.
And they are the same spirits that romanticize Romeo and Juliet.
Falling in love at 20 but people can no longer have trust.
He loves her, but he loves her too.
She loves him, but not as much as she loves him.
And they are the same spirits that believe love comes with honesty and maturity.
Falling in love at 30 and people rush towards it because time is now a fiend.
He's good enough, I guess.
She'll do.
Beggars can't be choosers.
And they are the same souls that believes a soul is specially made for another.
Falling in love at 40 are for people who have nothing to lose.
A second chance at love they say.
Or it could be a moment of that long awaited "finally"
And they are the few lucky souls that truly understand romeo and juliet..
- Vise Leau
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page 232 out of 365,
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