lwaite1

Yes, roses are red And violets are blue But you have to understand Who said they had to, Its about imagination Emotion and orignality Not the reiteration Of dead men's practicality These words, They are your sentence To a world that has to listen As you create the difference Whether it be With angst poem against love Or how you set your heart free To fly like a dove, For these words Whether or not they be true Their beauty and ideals Will be used to define you, So yes, Hope ,in fact, has feathers And like a caged bird it sings But these words will only be tethers That strip you of your wings, Those are their words Meant for their time And me