I'm resting here quite regally,
The feature of the table.
Surrounded by potatoes that
I'd taste if I were able.
My subjects, scrubbed and beaming,
Circle round the royal platter.
They seem to be adoring me,
But something is the matter.
See me basking in the candlelight,
My skin so nicely tanned.
The reason for this treatment,
I do not understand.
While I'd love to peck that dish of corn
And gobble down a berry,
I find this jolly atmosphere
To be a trifle scary.
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
A person who will listen and not condemn,
Someone on whom you can depend.
They wi
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
Didn't want a battle,
Yet you declared war,
Each knock you gave me made me strong
I have waited quite a long time to get old,
So I think I should try to enjoy it.
Hold onto your dream while mindful of time.
Optimism required, let your light shine.
we've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was fo
