• erinhawkepoetry 6w

    Living in pride
    Asking for signs
    Shooting stars skirt the sky
    And as I pondered, asking why
    I wondered if it were made of wish
    Promise and hope, come true
    Or if the lone rock speeding swift
    Was simply passing through
    This is the ultimate end of pride
    Knowledge with no hint of wise
    What good is a signature
    If you cannot cipher it's ties