Wednesday, April 29, 2009
you never know whats coming
in spite of all your cunning
the memories that hit me
while walking past a tree
the old school life was better
though now it is sadder
thinking of the old times
it was like a ticking mine
the sadness that overcomes me
and i grip for support on the tree
i'll never forget my old days
though there are always new ways
the friends who surrounded
and now all astounded
by how much everything has changed
and there is nobody to blame
the trip outside with friends
are all now like fiends
the dreams so long ago
are all like forgotten cream
rotted away at the core
there is nothing more
the piercing wind like a knife
could steal away your life
-wenzhiq
this is an original poem.
i was watching you at 7:01 PM
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