Oh how the moon shines bright,
Never giving fright,
Through the night,
It gives off appealing light,
All in its might,
Never picking fights,
Doing right,
In the arms of the night.
HERE's THE SECOND ONE:
The wind blows across my face,
As in my hand I hold my suitcase,
Ready to leave,
Trying not to greave,
For my loss of a love one,
My eyes shone,
With water,
I try not to falter,
For I cannot bare to leave,
Or once again greave,
Why must things be this way,
All through the night and day,
I try not to cry,
Though I can’t forgive the lies,
The lies that my love one told,
Creating a fold,
A fold in our relationship,
A rip in our friendship,
Before he passed away,
As the suns rays,
Shone across his face,
He lost the race,
The race for life,
Life was the race,
I’ll never forget his face,
Though he left this world with a disagreement,
I never meant,
Meant for this to happen,
I shouldn’t have been mad,
For now I am sad,
And gone he is,
Gone forever.
2007-03-17
16:41:57
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➔ Philosophy
I KNOW POEMS DON'T ALWAYS HAVE TO RHYME... BUT I WANTED MINE TO
2007-03-17
16:42:24 ·
update #1
WHAT DO U THINK OF MY POEMS? GOOD? SCALE OF 1 TO 10?
2007-03-17
16:42:49 ·
update #2
isabels... wtf? what did i do to u?
2007-03-17
16:50:34 ·
update #3
these are MY poems
2007-03-17
17:08:15 ·
update #4