A fool's diseaseYou don't need to be a doctorA fool's disease in Free Verse More Like This
To understand what ails me--
Examinations will reveal;
I've become foolish;
But only as foolish as my heart will let me be,
Logic is sound but awry;
Which means I cling to dreams,
Long after they have faded.
Wish on stars that long ago burned out,
I hope for miracles,
And hold dear charms and beliefs in the fey-folk,
And in the old magic of the world;
Oh and those things called 'happy-ever-afters'
Soul-mates and belong together.
Heartache the symptom,
A lover without true love
--the incurable romantic;
I'm afraid it might be terminal...
BrightHold on to your wonder-Bright in Free Verse More Like This
Let your imagination guide you,
Especially when the path is unclear,
Make your own path if you have to,
Just never let it fade.
Keep your fire burning,
If you must build up your protective walls,
Remember to add in windows
And essentially remember to add doors.
These things work both ways-- letting in and out,
You are a bright soul,
Never loose that--
Don’t imprison yourself.