THE PREVIOUS GOLD

**This poem is very personal. Only the one who knows me very well can tell the meaning of this poem**

THE PREVIOUS GOLD

In this note,
...The arts of Shakespeare is still on,
The story I wrote.

Those time I left unfold,
The central nerve I've looked on,
In this note.

These words will survive without vote,
Standing with the pains I've been on,
The story I wrote.

The fate that never been told,
By the way I dote on,
In this note.

Those injuries that being fought,
Those scars I keep on,
The story I wrote.

This traveler shall be telling this with a bold,
And this journey I will go on,
In this note,
The story I wrote.

-ashgoodgirl-