without even trying
but each time
I bring you a flower
it ends up dying
and you don’t see
how I look at you
you just keep crying
and the saddest part
is that you’re so special
but you think I’m lying
-Courtney Peppernell, Pillow Thoughts
Rapping Scorpion last edited by
The eyes of yours,
Is something pure,
What are you seeing,
Something I'm needing?
I'm puzzled about we,
But I will always love she.
Someday I will know what she sees.
-A random poem I made
Lazz last edited by
Hymn To Intellectual Beauty - Percy Shelley
Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate
With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon
Of human thought or form, where art thou gone?
Why dost thou pass away and leave our state,
This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate?
Ask why the sunlight not for ever
Weaves rainbows o’er yon mountain-river,
Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown,
Why fear and dream and death and birth
Cast on the daylight of this earth
Such gloom, why man has such a scope
For love and hate, despondency and hope?
For a dear friend ~ Lazz
@Rapping-Scorpion I would love to read more poem of yours.
@Lazz thank you my dear friend.