I am not your tomorrow,
Not your crashing ocean waves,
Not your ruby sunset or sapphire swells.
I am not your envy,
Not your cold reflection,
Not your jagged knife or darkened shroud.
I am not your music,
Not your sifted melody,
Not your ivory keys or silver harp strings.
I am not your south,
Not your north,
Not your aging map or glass compass.
I am not your wings,
Not your escape,
Not your trickling hourglass or locked journal.
I'm watching UP right now yay!
Oh lovley dear, what kind of poetry goes up and down my head, my fingers, my feelings like wings out of my shoulders and tears roll down the feathers, because your rimes are so softly , so true, this poem is so real and the meaning so valuable, I which I could tell it to those, who want me to be somebody else…
I'm so, terribly sorry for such a late reply but thank you dearly! And what a lovely poetic comment!
Wow! This is brilliant!
Terribly sorry for such a late response but thank you so much!
Literally mouthed "wow!" at the end of every stanza! This is exemplary.
Good lord, Abigail!
Heyyyy guess what this comment is really late because I'm a dork and haven't been active on here for almost 10 weeks.
this is SO good.