Friday, November 6, 2009

Tales of an eighth grade poet. :]

the sky has darkened,
the pain has hearkened
My life flashes before my eyes
Why do I even try

to hide whats left of me
why do I try to be
something I'm not
I try to be taut

you think I'm fine
that my souls divine
and I try to believe
and not to deceive

the things I've held inside
the things I have tried to derive.
but yet they stay
and though they may

we shall try
to never think why
though we already know
it was he who had to go

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