i was unsure of myself,
and the first kiss came late,
and it was chaste. since then, many kisses,
but none so sweet as the first,
until my north country girl.
prospero said We are such stuff
As dreams are made on,
and who am i to argue? we are.
how long does such stuff last
when it fails to sate? dreams are
the stuff which is redeemed as compensation
for being good, the unsated's reward.
i live on possibilities
that have no chance of being realized.
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-03-31 at 05:56
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