Advertisements

I was already forgetting me.


A penchant
Had a stubborn stay,
Through going into growing
And delay from ordered decay.
Yet here it was as is otherwise
An identity of last cause,
Through worn years
Of first eyes.

Advertisements
Categories: Art, Creative Writing, Drawing, Fairytale, Photography, Poem, Poetry, WritingTags: , , , , , , , , ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: