Memories and poetic bits

I still remember all the good times,
all the laughter,
and the pain of thorns.

I remember it all,
pictures vividly dancing round.

I saw the tears stream from your eyes,
and watched them collect the light.
I watched Beauty sprout from sorrow,
and I saw the agony within the mind
of one as fierce, and captivating as the wolves we both emulated.

we ruled the pack,
how I do remember our analogies so well,
yet in the end It was not the unruly Beta that disbanded us,
twas us dear,
twas us,
we were are own demise,
our own ruin.

And now we step back and see,
our kingdom lost to us forever,
a new road approaching,
one goes left,
the other right,
separate paths for separate lives.
Though meet again we shall,
since all roads meet eventually.

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About Crystal Poor

I am a crafty and creative woman who is interested in poetry, art, long walks on beaches, and poking dead things on beaches with a stick. I have in recent years graduated from The Evergreen State College, got married, and am leading a fairly productive life outside in the world I love. It isn't always rainbows and butterflies but it's a good life, and I will keep creating things for as long as I live.

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