Hast thou aye seen the other side
the side that glimmers day and night
i hast not seen the other ways
yet I be sure i shall 'i mine later days
getting rested ere travel
to see the other sides bedazzled
seeing wonderful lakes and ponds
ne'r wanting to avaunt
yet i leave and join again
so I see the riverbed
yet rain washes mine day away
drowning me 'i riverbed clay
I gasp for air as i sink
not letting the water take control of me
yet it ended anyway
killing me for that day
yet i still write from the bottom of the sea
where hope meets perpetual wink
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a/n: Heh heh. Old English
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Never Better
RandomPoems. Just poems. Like I said, just poems. *** This book of poems will hopefully light your heart with joy and make you happy, or make you tear up from... onions. Let's call our desperately sad poems onions. At least then, you have a reason to cry...
