Bad things happen to those who wish for better. I added a little spice to this, and tried to make the last verse funny and serious at the same time. (making the colours horizonny)- 06 March 2006




The horizon.

A maple start to a day,

The devoured blue ending.

 

So we walked the bridle,

And didn’t care less for

We didn’t choose which

Innocence we stood upon.

 

A chirp of rise and shine,

The sun which exclaims decline.

 

 

The horizon melted,

As I stole the painting.

 

So I ran,

Traded to the security,

And was sentenced to life.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2006-03-06 at 16:45

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"And didn't care less for
We didn't choose which
Innocence we stood upon."
This is one of those sentences thet leave a mark in the reader's mind.
2006-03-06