Wisdom
For the wise
And those
Who search to become
There is no perfection
Only those
With broken mirrors
And grey tinted glasses
Who fail to see
For an eagle
cannot feel the heart
And a mole cannot
see the eyes’ glow
I seek to be
The species
Perfect, Non-existent
To be wise
And now that I saw your glow
My eyes closed
Now that I felt your hart
A hundred miles away
I know
Wisdom isn’t gained
through years
nor, gained through books
Wisdom is gained
Through chose
And I am wise
For I chose
I chose you
And those
Who search to become
There is no perfection
Only those
With broken mirrors
And grey tinted glasses
Who fail to see
For an eagle
cannot feel the heart
And a mole cannot
see the eyes’ glow
I seek to be
The species
Perfect, Non-existent
To be wise
And now that I saw your glow
My eyes closed
Now that I felt your hart
A hundred miles away
I know
Wisdom isn’t gained
through years
nor, gained through books
Wisdom is gained
Through chose
And I am wise
For I chose
I chose you
Reacties op dit gedicht
| funisgone: | Maandag, april 06, 2009 21:58 |
| mooi | |
| justlikeme: | Maandag, april 06, 2009 15:36 |
| You are perfect, and I am wise. We are perfect, we have seen the glow. Ik hou van jou^^ | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Nights gasp | 
|
|
| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 april 2009 | ||
| Thema's: | ||