NickAdams
06-01-2007, 09:40 AM
I wrote this poem when I was sixteen and my younger brother was in love with it; I credit that to its simplicity. Let me know what you think.
The Wooden Boy
Do not distress my Dear,
for you can never bring me harm.
Tonight I shed these splinters
and move towards guiding stars.
Today you've pulled a string,
without a beating heart.
As the curtain's called,
you vanish into the dark.
And if we're to regret,
regret what we now know:
An innocent wooden boy should never leave his home ...
The Wooden Boy
Do not distress my Dear,
for you can never bring me harm.
Tonight I shed these splinters
and move towards guiding stars.
Today you've pulled a string,
without a beating heart.
As the curtain's called,
you vanish into the dark.
And if we're to regret,
regret what we now know:
An innocent wooden boy should never leave his home ...