Silverluna
That's Professor to You!
- Joined
- Dec 30, 2001
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Empty hearts pouring out empty dreams
Lying words that have no creulty
You're eyes are vacant, cold, and lifeless.
The spring in your step, the spark, is gone.
The only thing you have left is you're memories,
And even they are not safe from the bleakness.
Death might be a release for some,
But for you it wouldn't matter,
You died years ago.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I'm not a poet...nor do i pretend to be one...this just was in my head so i wrote it...
Lying words that have no creulty
You're eyes are vacant, cold, and lifeless.
The spring in your step, the spark, is gone.
The only thing you have left is you're memories,
And even they are not safe from the bleakness.
Death might be a release for some,
But for you it wouldn't matter,
You died years ago.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I'm not a poet...nor do i pretend to be one...this just was in my head so i wrote it...