We Make, We Care
Date: Saturday, 3rd July 2010 @ 04:43:19 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: Balmain_Tiger
The irony, the suns shines brightly
The whisper of the cool breeze
My clothes fitting tightly
A scented flower makes me sneeze
A swim in the lake
And a look in her eye
Naked alone nothing to take
Under the bright blue sky
When hands touch
The scent of her skin
I love her so much
With nothing to win
Alone again in the sands of time
With voices crying in the night
All I have is my rhyme
And now I must stave the fight
Someone new for me to love
To walk the earth and to know
To accept the gift from above
And take with me where I go.
23rd January 2009
9:39:31 am
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