Should i submit these to my LA teacher?? I submitted the first one, but wat about the 2nd one? Its not the way I feel, my dad is not dead, and i do love him. just fyi!
Life's Like That
Cold and grey,
your hair blown astray.
Flustered lost,a windswept sunhat.
It may be confusing, but life's like that.
Nervous with jitters,
heart's butterflies flitter.
perhaps your shy, oh what a drat.
Left in the shadows, life's like that.
Crazy with worry, feeling insane,
riding around, on a destinationless train.
Not sure of where you're going,or even where you're at,
spun like a spinner, life's like that.
Not feeling well, full of regret.
your feelings are obvious, by your brow full of sweat,
full of remorse, you feel small as a gnat.
It's merely human nature, because life's like that.
Now you're happy and elated,
aren't you glad that you waited?
A tire lacking air, my poem's gone flat.
So here's the happy ending,
because life's sometimes like that.
Love's Lacking Cry
I never thought I'd have to push and shove,
just for a bit of my father's love.
He never called me 'Daddy's little girl",
Never spun me in a childish twirl.
He never read me a tale from my favorite story book,
Never helped me make a clubhouse in a small corner nook.
He never danced with me in the rain,
Never kissed away the pain.
He never took me to the rink to skate,
But now its too late.
He never crossed the street, and held my hand tight,
never chased away the monsters in the middle of the night.
He never looked at me in awe with pride,
never came to comfort me when I cried.
So how come I feel his arms around me,
after he's died?
2007-04-25
11:07:32
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