Post by darktears on Aug 1, 2005 13:00:07 GMT -8
|| This is a poem I had posted before. I decided to take some of the advice I was given, well most of it, and add a few more stanzas and fix the spelling errors.||
Once Again, You Call to Me.
Once Again, You Cry.
You Never Really Seem To Be,
The Girl Inside Who Tries.
Now I know Once Again,
Who You Really Are.
Your Nothing, But the Dieing End.
Inside A Moving Car.
Your Smile May Seem Sweet To Some.
But To Me It Is The Dead.
It Isn't Really That Sweet,
Your Like An Alligator Who's Just Been Fed.
All The Time I See What's Real,
While Other's See What's Fake.
You Are Just A Lie No One Can See,
But Soon The Others Will Wake.
Your Like Sticky Maple Syrup,
Everyone Seems To Gravitate To You.
It's Good Thing, I Walk Away,
Or Else I would be Stuck Too.
So I Take A Step Backwards.
Into My Old Life And Friends.
Then I Know, Between You And Me.
This Really Is The End.
Once Again, You Call to Me.
Once Again, You Cry.
You Never Really Seem To Be,
The Girl Inside Who Tries.
Now I know Once Again,
Who You Really Are.
Your Nothing, But the Dieing End.
Inside A Moving Car.
Your Smile May Seem Sweet To Some.
But To Me It Is The Dead.
It Isn't Really That Sweet,
Your Like An Alligator Who's Just Been Fed.
All The Time I See What's Real,
While Other's See What's Fake.
You Are Just A Lie No One Can See,
But Soon The Others Will Wake.
Your Like Sticky Maple Syrup,
Everyone Seems To Gravitate To You.
It's Good Thing, I Walk Away,
Or Else I would be Stuck Too.
So I Take A Step Backwards.
Into My Old Life And Friends.
Then I Know, Between You And Me.
This Really Is The End.
