The tears of a child Pour from moonbeam shaped eyesTo the inky black oceans of Lethe.As his pirate ship sails(With it’s sunshiny sails)Into view from the caverns beneath…All pretence of his ireHave been cast to the fireWith the hope that his pain will be lost.But those thoughts of his rageSomehow makes the back pageAs his…
The tears of a child
Pour from moonbeam shaped eyes
To the inky black oceans of Lethe.
As his pirate ship sails
(With it’s sunshiny sails)
Into view from the caverns beneath…
All pretence of his ire
Have been cast to the fire
With the hope that his pain will be lost.
But those thoughts of his rage
Somehow makes the back page
As his memories fade. At what cost?
Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.
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