Whiteboard
Its nights like this,
standing and admiring the lights,
speeding into the distance,
like countless fearless knights.
Dragging its tails,
slicing through the air,
piercing like nails,
as if it doesnt care.
Distinctive lights of wishes,
dashing away from your grip,
many too far to reach,
others, just too much to keep.
Into the night you start to dream,
the taste of sweetness,
like peaches and cream,
only to wake up into a world of darkness,
more nightmarish than it seem.
Scribbled onto the Whiteboard on
Thursday, June 15, 2006
10:07 AM
DJustin
Justin
18th December 1989
Ngee Ann Polytechnic
zs_9457@hotmail.com
