#1
another OTS from here at work. c4c


Candace and I, are well-
Just a tall tall shelf
Packed with stories and novels.
Against the back wall, last aisle,
In a forgotten romance library.
Pages of love, hate and fate
quickly scribbled to write the next
chapter, volume, and series.
Kings, queens, and even Gods
can't help turning there necks
like a walking talking bone
in a world of famined dogs.
To write about our love
is much like creating a faith.
Give it beauty and praise,
even draw it your face but
that one side of the barn is
on the far end of another farm
further then any throwing arm.
Still I've carved quite a hole
launching stone after stone,
Till failure knocked and called
my eyes over past my shoulder.
Leaving my mind in infinte awe
as I saw what I had aimed for
now stood much much closer.
Last edited by mindtrek at Dec 2, 2008,
#2
"Candace and I, are well-
Just a tall tall shelf
Packed with stories and novels.
Against the back wall, last aisle,
In a forgotten romance library."

That, I loved.

Other times, it felt like a rap?
"on the far side of another farm
further then any throwing arm."

I don't know, I re read it a couple of times and still haven't quite got the ending.


Typo: "To wirte about our love"