Poems from Meghanac
Soulful confession kept in time with their rhythmic counterparts
Did you ever truly care like you said?
Or was it a lie
To make me believe...
Love is not patient
And it is not always kind,
But it floods you.
Fills you to the brim with warmth
overflowing till it seems expanse-...
But shall I pen a rhymn or two
Of things I once pretended I knew?
Like love and loathing; joy and pain
Surely more knowledge couldn't...
I've never been one for making stories
For long intricately arranged morals and intrique
My soul has never been one to settle into an...
Could it be? In reality as in dreams?
That we could fly without wings?
In younger years with thoughts pulling at seams
Infinite...