*my Pretty Little Thing* Poem by Daniel Richards

*my Pretty Little Thing*

Rating: 2.9


There you are, my pretty little thing,
Sitting gently, upon a string.
Waiting for a call the tree will fall,
But that don’t mean a thing at all

I take the truth, from your eyes,
There the pool of brown knows no compromise
Here I am barking and bleeding,
Hoping one note will fall with my pleading

Searching the mist and fog
Chased by a pack of dogs
Wishing for the sun to rise,
Sitting on a string
A pretty little thing
But still no compromise,
My pretty little thing,
With the big pool of brown eyes
Sitting on a string preciously
Without any compromise

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marvin Brato 04 July 2008

Imaginary beings little or large who capture our attention and love always give inspiration to us! Good write, it inspires! High marks.

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