11-07-2010, 08:24 PM
Never really wrote poetry before, so here is a try.
If life made sense, If it flowed like we wished.
Would there really be a chance to miss? A saddened day, A mournful night?
Nothing would ever seem this right. So why is it we wish for what we
cannot achieve? And then we ended, when you chose to leave..
The sun never seemed so bright, nor did the moon ever seem so white. My world was turned upside down, My head kept spinning round and round. The one thing that kept me sane, kept me from feeling all that pain.. Was the one who caused it at the end. Chose to take what she gave to lend.
Would there really be a chance to miss? A saddened day, A mournful night?
Nothing would ever seem this right. So why is it we wish for what we
cannot achieve? And then we ended, when you chose to leave..
The sun never seemed so bright, nor did the moon ever seem so white. My world was turned upside down, My head kept spinning round and round. The one thing that kept me sane, kept me from feeling all that pain.. Was the one who caused it at the end. Chose to take what she gave to lend.
