Thought of the title and idea when I woke up this morning. Thanks for reading.

"Best for Last"

There was a clear sky for awhile where the birds sang sweetly
Spring bloomed its head off, bursting at the seams
And the din of summer, intensity beaming
Left thoughts to soar among the leaves
Love took hold and danced like a child without care
Torn from past pages of fervent dreams
Easy to read the fairytale in simplistic measures
Who was the hero of the tale's end?

There can't be a hero in a tale with no end
All those questions that never see the answers
A half written book with blank pages
That's what I hold in my hand

Counting each fallen leaf as a piece of gold towards a treasure
Leaving another mark upon the old wound
The count knowingly going beyond its end
Barren trees and grey sky weeping
Withered, bent, broken roses still wearing their sting
The cold isn't what I thought it would be
Sad for the one in torment
But I think the hero could be me

The twists and turns not in my control
Not every question has an answer we see
An unfinished book I hold in my hand
But I'll finish the pages to come

BJH
1/13/2006

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hehe 'lz made a booboo.

EDIT BUTTON SILLY BILLY!

I really enjoyed the piece as always, nice flow.


"You go and save the best.............for last"

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Nah, mt is being unco-operative if my post is a certain undetermined length so I have to do them in multiple posts sometimes. I've learned to just go with the flow.
Thanks for the comment, bangbangx. Glad you liked it.

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