Pretty May

Pretty is as pretty may
Pretty improbable?
Impossible to say,

She was the midnight, the shadows of swaying trees on torch lit beaches
The taste of summer peaches when someone reaches for a sun of golden shone
She is everything that haunts your thoughts when you are
All alone with wants and wondering, wandering on and on and on
Paths that lead everywhere and nowhere until everyone is
Gone away,

Impossible to say
Pretty improbable
Pretty is as pretty may .

Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-02-17 at 02:37

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Sounds like an itch you cant scratch.


by Chaucer Whethers