Oh why my
sickly heart can tell
what I mean
after my fail
but not be strong
as to even tell
the sorrow of my heart
for everyone to sell
Had I but power
to overcome these things
were should I go again
but to only fall
from these my friends
I gain so much sorrow
but who can have joy
with out such sorrow
knowing the hate
of love so deep
only can I guess
of peace so sweet
5 comments:
that is so true. how do you get what you're feeling down on paper and make it sound good?
I just write what sounds good to me. If it turns out good, that is just a byproduct of it. Thanks though.
My lands, child....ever tried optimism? The poem itself is good, but will you please reassure me that life in misery isn't ALL bad?
I shall do neither. Optimism doesn't work for me(probably because I am not very optimistic) and it is life in misery. LOL. Life isn't bad here, but again, that was not what I was writing about.
hey will, i got a blog! foreverlastinglife.blogspot.com. please check it out! you know you and kole got the coolest template there is. :( oh well. ttyl
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