Mermaid711
Sep 4 2008, 11:57 PM
| | So I wrote this, I figured that I might as well put my crabby mood to good use. I don't really like this, it's nothing special.
Autum leaves are starting to fall,
In their hues of reds, oranges, and golds,
Like the tears upon my cheeks.
The temprature's starting to fall,
Just like the coldness of your heart.
The sky isn't blue anymore,
Because when you left,
My colors faded to gray.
And soon, the days will get shorter,
Just like my patience.
And the days will get colder,
Just like the hearts of everyone else.
And the truth is,
I don't miss him.
I miss who I thought he was.
I miss the honesty,
In all his lies.
But things do get better,
Eventually, fall must lead to winter,
But, winter does lead to spring,
Hardships only make the good things better,
But it's the good things,
Only make those hardships worse.
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Mar 30 2009, 03:06 PM
omg! one of the best poems!! mwaahhzzzz to whoever wrote it !!
xoxo
sudha <3
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