We were all conceived here deep in the woods. <br />No sun over head dark is the path through the trees. <br />This is my parents an old point of view, <br />it is not that they would but they certainly could. <br />Hiding this lie from my friends. <br />I no longer can tell but it's true. <br />They are seldom seen to far apart. <br />When they reappear, <br />it is why, we are so close togther. <br />Cross eye'd and every other one has a stigmatism. <br />This may have occured because of inbreading, <br />or may be not. <br />All of our teeth are to far apart. <br />To many birth marks are the same. <br />My teacher has said <br />that she has the same mother <br />and father in her only dream. <br />I can not define every archaic rule <br />that does not apply to me. <br />This rule may have already been broken <br />but never broken by me. <br />Remember to say why to Jack and Jill. <br />And I will stop by when I find my way out, <br />a different dark path through the woods.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-is-the-woods-on-this-path/
