itookadumponu
06/12/03, 08:02 AM
One COUGH GAG COUGH poem:
I look down upon my hands
They shake as if its freezing
In the temperature that burns
And brews thunder and lightning
In a drought I'd cry a flood
That would drown the fields of dreams
Rebuild them? as if you could
You fool! There WILL be more storms
The wind blows in a cyclone
I wonder where the core is
Somewhere cold, dark, and alone?
I wonder where its heart is..
Not here.
Another COUGH COUGH poem:
There's the shining star
it had so much hope
to shine forever
to go so high up
but it never did
it just fell so fast
flicker, it just died
now make a wish
I look down upon my hands
They shake as if its freezing
In the temperature that burns
And brews thunder and lightning
In a drought I'd cry a flood
That would drown the fields of dreams
Rebuild them? as if you could
You fool! There WILL be more storms
The wind blows in a cyclone
I wonder where the core is
Somewhere cold, dark, and alone?
I wonder where its heart is..
Not here.
Another COUGH COUGH poem:
There's the shining star
it had so much hope
to shine forever
to go so high up
but it never did
it just fell so fast
flicker, it just died
now make a wish