Post by maetah on Aug 29, 2011 22:36:04 GMT -5
Just a sonnet about my best friend's girlfriend.
That pretty star is slowly burning out
it's tied by order's strangely shifting chain
though order gives us quite the sound of doubt
and order's place among our minds can wane
the tides, awash with greyish, enthused hue
are loyal in their apathetic ways
though tides like those have seen us swiftly through
the longest and the greyest of our days
The fortress housing green and unused ground
sits quaintly on his weighted, patient back
just hoping for that star to make a sound
and burn his naive ground to awesome black
But silence will not make our wants the same
The star won't fall to silence in its name
That pretty star is slowly burning out
it's tied by order's strangely shifting chain
though order gives us quite the sound of doubt
and order's place among our minds can wane
the tides, awash with greyish, enthused hue
are loyal in their apathetic ways
though tides like those have seen us swiftly through
the longest and the greyest of our days
The fortress housing green and unused ground
sits quaintly on his weighted, patient back
just hoping for that star to make a sound
and burn his naive ground to awesome black
But silence will not make our wants the same
The star won't fall to silence in its name