I know its not good but anyways, tell me what ya think! :D
I sit here under the shade of an oak tree
And look out over the mountains, out to the sea
The sea is tossing and churning
The waves make it look like the sea isnt misty blue
but dangerously burning
The wind is starting to roar
The birds fly up and start to soar
I look out to the sea again
and now I see, the hurricane coming in
It looks magestic and beautiful
but to others it looks like a charging bull
The air around me suddenly gets still
As if a tiger is going in for the kill
I know my end is near
I whisper, "Goodbye." And shed my last tear
Then I jump.
2007-09-15
14:57:10
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➔ Poetry