Worlds Apart

Am I in a world of my own

As are you out of my reach,

I have so passionately sown

Words of you being a Peach.

 

I will type poems your way

Enticing you to come play,

You could be so reciprocal

With your own testimonial.

 

You were so glorious

In being deeply pious,

I was openly in denial

And am now on trial.

 

Judge me rationally, fairly,

And love sentencing me,

As I believe in our harmony

With tranquil tranquillity.

 

I’m locked up in my mind,

Will you release me to find

That I still lovingly love you

With fresh thoughts to renew.

 

Come around and hear me plea

Of granting you my custody,

The only place I will feel free

To experience being so happy.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 11/08/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.