1 a poem I just thought up on Thu 05 Aug 2010, 19:28
Your lie is my only truth
Your only lie is my ugly truth
And in days I was with you
I should have waited for the flower to bloom
Despite all the warnings I gave it my best shot
Was it hesitation or the fact that I never gave up?
Like from hot to cold
And a rusting gold
And a flower pedal that now withers
Some truth I now hold
Back to a familiar old
Summer is no longer waiting for Winter's shiver
Will I forever relive the day?
She just stands and walks away
Last edited by JEC on Sat 28 Aug 2010, 18:38; edited 1 time in total (Reason for editing : typeo)