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poem 5
Contributed by
Lady_Ravyn_Bloodstone
on
Wednesday, 11th January 2006 @ 08:22:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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The rain,
It falls,
Like my teardrops.
But,
As I sit here,
Thinking to myself,
Staring out at this wicked storm;
I think about,
How it matches my mood.
The rain can either,
Hit the house gently,
OR,
Beat out its fury.
Let Mother Nature unleash her fury.
She's like the rest of us,
Crying,
Blubbering fools.
Mostly me though,
Because that's just what I know how to do.
But now,
I'm just a fool.
Love sucks,
Life sucks,
And I suck.
Why bother with love & life,
When you just end up hurt after all,
Is said & done?
The rain is pounding,
To the ground in fury.
Someone hurt Mother Nature's feelings.
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Re: poem 5
(User Rating: 1 ) by Aquaelius on
Thursday, 12th January 2006 @ 12:39:27 AM AEST (User
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I often connect myself with father time... It seems like forever since i had a girlfriend. Mother Nature and me, we never really got along... cut down some trees as a kid, she didn't appreciate... mayeb she still mad about that. I said I was sorry. But don't feel bad, I don't blubber... but I can sure whine.
Hey, this one wasn't as bad as you made it out to be. I kinda liked it. Thanks for sharing.
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