Ok, well i told him he could enter it in the writing contest at school, What do you think?
The moon rises,
The sun sets,
The moon sets,
The sun rises,
It will end.
Until then, we endure it,
Day with sun,
And night with moon.
The sun's revealings passed off as mirages,
But the moon's, they are demons.
Pathetic what humans think.
That story will end, until then,
I endure.
And thus, I have a purpose.
A school, a place to learn,
But if that is all a school is,
Is the radio a school?
What about the television?
The computer?
A book?
Some crazy man's rant?
No, there is more meaning to a school.
But what?
Is there even a meaning for life?
Making up people to impersonate,
What about that?
Fun?
Something to do while you are bored?
A way for a person who everyone hates to be accepted?
But, everyone has a story.
And every story ends.
So the school starts,
But ends, until then,
Enjoy what you have,
Someday, your story will end.
Until then,
Live.
Stories, we all have our own.
Some have more.
We all hide some of the story.
Most stories go untold.
Some aren't long.
Some stretch longer than you could read them.
But they all end.
A rose, the symbol of love,
Painful until you manage to pluck it,
Then it is sweet.
Weather you hang it upside down to keep it from losing its color,
Or let it sit there and rot,
It is your decision.
Just keep in mind that all stories end.
Love will also,
Weather you break up,
Or stay together for life.
It is up to you.
Just keep in mind all stories have an ending.
Until that end,
Endure,
Embrace,
Live.
Happiness,
Is it joyful,
Or is it like love?
Hurtful,
Yet sweet.
One who tries to make everybody happy,
Has got to be happy themselves.
Otherwise, one persons dream,
Is another’s nightmare.
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