The wrong world

At precisely eight fifteen tonight
the world shall start to go wrong,
and all the dreams that we might have shared,
shall be stained by each sad song.
But you could hide in my secret poem,
skip across the words that rhyme,
find in you another you,
who’ll finally get it right this time.
The last walk that we took
the day it was raining upside down,
the sky might still have been up above
but the clouds they were on the ground.
Then the day that i stood
atop the city’s highest rise,
but in vain i tried and tried and tried,
on tiptoes to touch the skies.
For there was a moon shaped hole in the night,
but the moon shone through from a puddle;
i touched the edge, sent ripples across,
and the moonlight flickered ever so subtle.
This is a world where things are wrong
or right if we call it so;
for its you and i and in our heads
who else will ever know?
The wrong world

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4 thoughts on “The wrong world

  • October 1, 2010 at 5:45 pm
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    just fabulous. very beautifully written.trishahttp://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com

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  • December 25, 2010 at 10:27 am
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    " But you could hide in my secret poem,skip across the words that rhyme,find in you another you,who'll finally get it right this time.." i donno. want to say something. but nothing i can, gonna make wat i feel sound ryt. its beautiful. all the words.

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  • December 25, 2010 at 1:41 pm
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    Thanku, thanku. This poem is a lot of fragments of words and phrases and images and colours sown together…. it's one of my personal favourites…

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