Well Thought

Mystique420Mystique420 Posts: 338
edited April 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
He brings many tears,
tears of joy,
tears of pain.
Yet with every tear he brings,
the stronger I shall be.
He is what makes me cry at night.
He makes me see and feel what I am missing,
but at the same time,
makes me realize what I have.
Everyday with him opens doors to new worlds.
Worlds that I hane never experienced, but have often been told about.
Everything he does is a lesson well learned,
a thought well thought,
and a memory well remembered.
He is the life I want to live,
the life I have yet to live.
"To live,.... love,..... there's a song to be sung,....
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."

--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed-- ;) nah,... we smoke it!
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