The day begins as surprisingly warm
Placed neatly on today
But as soon as you walk outside your doors
You know you won't be the same
Creep me out, and down about
There's nothing said, but speak and shout
Of the days where the past is revisited
It's the memories, as we're all missing it
Your death really is good mournings
Played over and over, free fall
Closed inside, just cry to Him
And soon, you'll see it all
Honesty plays games with us
With every spoken word comes spoken trust
Sing to me your story times
And I swear next time, I'll you mine
3/06/2009
Open Up, You Gates
Written by Unknown at 11:19 PM
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1 two cents' worth:
Good mournings
punpuns are great,
especially in that other poem for the drama thing.
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