Conceded. Unending. Like the tailing spectres of the broken dream, I'll watch them drag down a lifeless body. Twice your wings were torn, One last pull to bring you in. But your spirit... Soars. To have walked with you, A mind to mind, Spirit to spirit. A privilege never obtained... But as your life slips away, Will your dreams hold steady, Will your wings of clouds carry you today? Or will it all have been.... Every step, To something altogether different, beyond, And inconceivably beautiful?
i really liked that! very good work, i have an off subject question though, what makes the people on this site able to judge eachothers work? my opinion probably means nothing to you anyway, i am only 13,what do i know?
Not sure.. I always found it silly... I'm more of looking just to share my ideas, and showing interesting in how you perceive them. Only thirteen? Why, it's a perfectly good age to know many things. Any age is, really. At the same time.. any age is not. Think about that one.
