Maybe I Came Here To Die

I once knew a prophet full of dreams;
she could see beyond the skies,
but her every word was lost to me
when she gazed into my eyes.
I was once a gentle boy
who could love without an end,
and though dandelions still bloom,
I cannot comprehend.

by Wes Thompson

Comments (1)

Wes, you clearly have a way with words. Keep writing.