my poem:
she was there,
and then she was gone,
like free swan on a midnight lake side,
soaking the glow of the white round moon,
i want to be there,
to be and feel the warmth of her sweet glow,
her lunar smile,
her soft face,
and her body dance to me like i'm her slave,
she has me in her graceful movment,
i can't lose her,
but i do every minten,
every time that happens i die,
i'm drowding in her painful words,
but i'll keep my head high,
so i can keep looking at her glowing smile,
why me,
why do i have to die so fast if only i could have lived a little longer.....
i had to post this and i don't care if people don't like it. but if u like it thank u i work hard with tears and blood...