Ik ben erg benieuwd naar jullie meningen over mijn nieuwste gedicht:
He was a writer,
dreamy and philosophical
at times,
self-conscious and sad
at others,
but he truly loved her
He was a poet,
in the way he had a fancy
for tragedy,
how he perceived madness
as beauty,
but she was his muse
But he took 'kill your darlings'
a little too serious,
slowly destroying her
for the sake of art
Linkje
[ bericht aangepast op 13 maart 2015 - 10:17 ]
Zij zingen, nijgen naar elkaar en kussen, geenszins om liefde, maar om de sublieme momenten en het sentiment daartussen.