dgirlintx's Saved Poems

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
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PART I
  On either side the river lie
  Long fields of barley and of rye,
  That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
  And thro' the field the road runs by
  To many-tower'd Camelot;
  The yellow-leaved waterlily
  The...

In the chilling grasp of Winter’s heart,
I came across gentle fawn of pure white,
And gazed solemnly into orbs of sight,
Coated in the vacant clarity of fright,
Whispering softly of freedom’s cost.

Down the path I ventured toward a start,
...