decided to write a fruity poem....

[virusitian]

ya, I miss my girl, she was my best friend probably the only person I've ever loved. Won't speak to me as a result of my little drug problem, anyways, I got high tonight and when I get all high I get all sappy and emotional, this poem sucks but it helped me to feel better, maybe? I dunno how I feel now....


a wooden bench
by the ocean
in a beach named laguna

talk of the future
of how things will end...might end up?
who would have thought
this is how things would come to be.

at that moment, a look at the future
would have yielded disbelief
for the bond was so great
any type of schism wouldn't...couldn't be possible?

but it was...is possible
if there were a glimpse of the future to come,
a sorrow would have engulfed the ocean breeze that night
but it didn't...couldn't
for the that instant in time between the two was perfect...
as the they knew nothing of what the future held.

 

[Mariposa]

I'm going to send this off to Words. Unless you're specifically asking for advice, I think it will do better in there.

Nice work; I hope everything works out for you.