Old fashion feelings
Playing tricks on the mind
A box full of darkness
And heart of sunshine
True methods of madness
Balancing cruel and kind
A princess without palace
And a few words that rhyme
A seed planted with promise
A weed willing to grow
Released from a subconscious
To be tossed to and fro
Scribbled on a canvas
Artwork on display
We’re no longer in Kansas
At least that’s what they say
So, come on Mr. scarecrow
Tells us what to do next
Somewhere over the rainbow
Or the next game of chess
Wherever the wind blows
You will choose what is best
If we relinquish control
And lock our hearts in our chests
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
If you like what you read, feel free to leave a tip, I would love some feedback
Find me on twitter @kelli7958958
or facebook
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.