Saturday, January 29, 2005
A little something we go through everyday
A little disappointment will come our way
Every minute, every hour, every single day..
Caused by actions, words or maybe speech,
friends, families, loved one who words we keep,
or even ourselves in times of need
when expectations we fail to meet.
A sudden surge of sourness runs in our heart,
leaving a permanent mark.
A little aching lingers beneath our skin,
hinting to us things weren't meant to be.
Sometimes reproach, to hard to bare,
that's when you know friends are there to care.
Not our favourite feeling,
when everything is going down, down, down.
Not the best way to spend our time,
when there's so much more to do right now.
Inevitable that's all i have to say,
sometimes, somewhere, dissappointment overtook our day.
The more i know about you,
the more dissappointed i beciome.
The more i see you everyday,
the more i wished you weren't there.
The more i know your inner thoughts,
i wished you kept everything to yourself.
So this poem, i give to you.
All i wish to say to you is
" POo PoO poO Poo"
for blowing dark clouds into my life,
when all i wanted was a sunny sky.
This is how you make me feel,
but i guess you never knew- so shoOOOo.
¶ 3:15 PM
Every minute, every hour, every single day..
Caused by actions, words or maybe speech,
friends, families, loved one who words we keep,
or even ourselves in times of need
when expectations we fail to meet.
A sudden surge of sourness runs in our heart,
leaving a permanent mark.
A little aching lingers beneath our skin,
hinting to us things weren't meant to be.
Sometimes reproach, to hard to bare,
that's when you know friends are there to care.
Not our favourite feeling,
when everything is going down, down, down.
Not the best way to spend our time,
when there's so much more to do right now.
Inevitable that's all i have to say,
sometimes, somewhere, dissappointment overtook our day.
The more i know about you,
the more dissappointed i beciome.
The more i see you everyday,
the more i wished you weren't there.
The more i know your inner thoughts,
i wished you kept everything to yourself.
So this poem, i give to you.
All i wish to say to you is
" POo PoO poO Poo"
for blowing dark clouds into my life,
when all i wanted was a sunny sky.
This is how you make me feel,
but i guess you never knew- so shoOOOo.
¶ 3:15 PM
