Sing, sing thus to the ring
It'll fall, it'll break, and dream, dream, dream.
To the ring
ill bring three sorts of things.
Shatter's, tears, and screams.
Bring them to the ring.
Unburdened, unrelenting, provocative.
Bring them all to the ring.
Sing, sing unto the ring.
An bring, bring it all to the ring....
...an never dream.
"ok im not getting married or anything ;)... an this has nothing to do with an actual ring u put on ur finger... figure it all out in ur dreams ^-^"
---...---...urmm...a thinker.. i have no clue what it is, but the poem, again, makes me think.
I love those kinds of poems...this is a good one. *thinks harder!*
Hehe it's suppose to.. that's the only kind of poems ill ever make ^-^ try to figure it out... makes it fun.