JUNE 20TH 2008
UNDER THE TIDE...
Every Monday night,
She's walking home alone...
Holding on for dear life
Waiting for the storm to pass...
When you guys talk about me you make me mad
You put me in the dumps and then I feel sad...
Why do I run from those I love?
Why do I hurt those who care...
Perfect.
A cursed seven letter word...
I know you're going through
some rough times. Believe me...
In the pale fields of death,
I see only darkness...
Just a normal day
Go to school...
Fifty summers spent in shade and sun
boating down rivers from ancient leas...
This is a poem I am happy to say was written by...
Never give up...
Upon a crystallized morn
you were born unto me...