Sweet Hermione




4th poem

This wasn't too hard for me, but it sure took me a while as my muse completely stood me up, lol. I will not tell you what the poem is about, but it's different from my other ones, i guess - it'd be great if i hear you guys's interpretation of this. Really, i wrote this poem with the intention of hearing what other people thought this was about. If someone would be really really interested, i can always tell you guys what it's about later. =)

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The fires, still burning
hopeless sparks of hate;
the pages, still turning

.. lacking any kind of faith.
Only to abandon the sign
while I anxiously await.

Dazzling minds, shapeless line
and I think of truth
merely so divine.

And there goes youth
elegantly running away
off to a lonely phone booth.

It’s over and done,
let truth be told.
But fear, my friend, it’s only just

begun.


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