Until The Day After Never

by Death By Stereo   Aug 24, 2006


So there's no passion in our woodwork
And our knots are bleeding true
The mites, they start to go berserk
Take more prescident in me; than you

These leaves are falling off my tree
Turning the dullest shade of brown,
Now the mites desert and flee
As I'm falling toward ground

When I hit down, will you hear me?
I will echo your etch forever
You carved "AW Loves CS", you see,
"Until The Day After Never"

But you moved away and forgot
About our secret hidden treasure
Carved in my back, you knew the spot
On me that secret lasts forever

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  • 17 years ago

    by A Fallen Angel

    Another splendid poem by a truly amazing artist. your way with words is just so magnificent.... i liked this short poem that told so much in so few words... keep on writing dude... ur amazing

    A.

  • 17 years ago

    by des

    This is deep...

  • 17 years ago

    by Just That Girl

    Omg are you kidding shay? it's not great it's wonderful, splendid, breath-taking! i mean it is beyond great!!
    i really liked your poem.. first i thought that it would be carved on a tree or something! but on you back! wow.. i mean i would never think of that! YOUR CREATIVE!!
    your choice of words are great.. although i had to look up some words...
    so basicly i really liked your poem..
    take care..
    luv,,
    haya 3gab =]

    P.S. can you chek out my poems and comment and rate on them plz..
    THANKYOUUU

  • 17 years ago

    by shay

    Hye there great poetry. *shay Thats all i can say.

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