The sun glints off
Of this pail suit I wear
As I bow down
To my maiden
...
The snow flakes dance and twirl
As they fall out of the sky
And the lights come on
Like lighthouses
...
This class has taught
What needed to be learned
That leaders are not defined
By what they wear on their collar
...
This office holds
So many memories
That leaving it
Brings tears to my eyes
...
This small little object
That is so sweet
Yet so messy that
You cannot even
...
I like long walks in the rain and enjoy lots of time alone. It allows me to refine my poems more.)
Knight Of The Maiden
The sun glints off
Of this pail suit I wear
As I bow down
To my maiden
That is shrouded in the night
We are from
Two separate worlds
That can never
Come together
This thing that we want
Is a thing forbidden
And I am
Not good enough