This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Not the sun in fierce, beating beauty;Not the cloud with shining essence,Laced from within with theSouls of the stars;Not the deep heavens of azure and indigo,N...
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Lucky with love but not with permanence.I can’t describe the feelingOf being number oneI wasn’t there - quite long enoughTo realize the funI’ve tried to play it cool beforeAnd tried to be myselfBut every time - I find that I’veBeen placed upon some shelfI wasn’t played nor led uponI wasn’t push...