After all
that Time,
Eighteen years
Ends
Alone
I can do
what I want
what
Do I want-when
happiest
Ever-after
all...
Isn't that
how fairy tales
End?
Painting by Hermann Koch c. before 1939) in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
After all
that Time,
Eighteen years
Ends
Alone
I can do
what I want
what
Do I want-when
happiest
Ever-after
all...
Isn't that
how fairy tales
End?
Painting by Hermann Koch c. before 1939) in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
Water Today, warm raindrops glass blurs, the blurry glassy, sharp sparkles sugar. Behind Evening, it was good. Leaves all turned into shadow...