Poems

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by AlexElm, May 8, 2011.

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  1. AlexElm

    AlexElm Well-Known Member

    What’s the point of trying,
    To get past Monday blues?

    What’s the point of trying,
    To forget the death of you.
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    This may/may not rhyme depending on how you read it and how you pronounce words.
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    I will remember, through bad times and the good,
    The name of my saviour, who saved my childhood.

    She pulled me out of bed. Every day and night,
    She told me things were going to be all right

    That I need not worry, for she would always be there,
    She said if I were gloomy, that she would always be there.

    But when I needed a friend or two
    I wondered where are you?

    About a single week later,
    I found that you had died

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    I felt the urge to just write about this. Thanks for reading.
     
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