This is year will be just like another
Nothing ever special goes on...
If I was to die
would you cry...
A meteor falls
as an asteroid passes...
A summer remains in the scent
Of a love grown over the ages...
The locker's slam with one final close,
We all head out for one last pose...
Once in a blue moon comes a rarity in life,
one in which may never have been found...
That which rides
a witchs broom...
Hey Kylie, you're now three,
And your spending your birthday without me...
Yes, i know we always fight never getting along
you've gave me bruises I've given you scars...
This is just one of those odd poems that come out...
All I wanted for Christmas was you.
I know you're already mine...
Snow , snow falling down.
Falling lightly on the ground...