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The castle stands stoic on the hill; The town has sprouted through the centuries around it. In the cobbled courtyard, merchants come to market, Yammering about the goods piled precariously on their tables.
Would I do it again? I want to say yes. I want to say I wouldn't change a thing. But, is that really true? Could I really do this all over again? Am I strong enough? Is anyone strong enough?
There is a Tardis in my closet. Yes, outside may look normal. A small and normal door on a blank and normal wall. Nothing out of the ordinary, but open the door and walk right in.
I shut my eyes and travel back to when I was only but five.With sausage legs and curious hands, the slightest bump would make me cry.My only concern were the winged Giants who stole from the flowers in bloomWho partnered with bees who stung and bu
I remember when our connection had its first break: I changed so sudden, and the whole time I was feeling your heart break. It was a pain so strong that sometimes I still feel your heartache.
The end of time is reassuringly complete I expected sadness But instead felt reassuring completeness Everyone else escaped backwards Into an elaborate game of hide and seek Before they hit the end