This is not my poem, but the artissess (hope, that is the right female form of artist) asked me, to submit it, cuz she neither have nor want to have a FA Account...
And she don't want anyone see her name here, so i can only say; if you know me well, you will know her, too ^^
Here's the poem for dl-haters ^^
Who am I?
A dragoness?
A mistress?
Only a thought
Maybe cought
In the mind of a guy?
Nevermore able to fly?
But I have wings,
giant, beautiful swings!
I have four legs,
I’m able to walk
Or even to stalk,
A cute ex?
My mind is confused
Maybe only used
As a excuse
For the insanity,
The crazy side of me,
he does use.
It is his body,
A human he is.
But it is my lobby
even when the freedome I miss.
I call for the end of all this,
Hoping for the freedome, I do so miss.
Life is a way,
A simple path for they,
Who believe in the right,
The afterlife, the infinite fly.
The life after death, the wonderful one.
The infinite pleasure, when the body has gone.
Only the love holds me on life.
Without it, I would take the knife.
Live would be nothing,
but the death a choice,
nevermore walking,
only the joice…
Who am I?
I don’t know, really…
But I hope to know… maybe…
And she don't want anyone see her name here, so i can only say; if you know me well, you will know her, too ^^
Here's the poem for dl-haters ^^
Who am I?
A dragoness?
A mistress?
Only a thought
Maybe cought
In the mind of a guy?
Nevermore able to fly?
But I have wings,
giant, beautiful swings!
I have four legs,
I’m able to walk
Or even to stalk,
A cute ex?
My mind is confused
Maybe only used
As a excuse
For the insanity,
The crazy side of me,
he does use.
It is his body,
A human he is.
But it is my lobby
even when the freedome I miss.
I call for the end of all this,
Hoping for the freedome, I do so miss.
Life is a way,
A simple path for they,
Who believe in the right,
The afterlife, the infinite fly.
The life after death, the wonderful one.
The infinite pleasure, when the body has gone.
Only the love holds me on life.
Without it, I would take the knife.
Live would be nothing,
but the death a choice,
nevermore walking,
only the joice…
Who am I?
I don’t know, really…
But I hope to know… maybe…
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