

A love lost.As I sit here writing, My tears staining the page, I must take a pause here to say, No matter what you may hear, In this poem most grim, Do not think, even on a whim, That this is a cry For sympathy or help, Or a shoulder on which to weep. For all my tears have been wept, My happiness, fled. Rather take this as a lesson, And pay head to my pain and tears, As you listen to a tale Of something that happy people fear.A love lost.
I used to think I was happy, Living life the way Most people do. And I thought I knew What love was. But
--
Did you know not all things revolve around you?
In the game of good and evil only you can make a differance...The evil side has cookies ^^
Previous PageNext Page