Let’s have a little fun.
Your young, so I know you won’t talk.
You can try to tell mummy and daddy,
But that will never work.
I’ll be your friend when your all alone.
And I’ll always be on your mind.
I know you won’t forget me.
Or you would never of cried all those nights.
This is a serious poem, please don’t joke about it.
There you go eskinerge and SnR4eva.
hahaha
(just to take that stupid message)
but the memories aren’t comforting at all. ๐
you can take something like this and make it a lot better, and a lot more poignant…
I like the poem! ๐
There you are my little protege
My downtrodden youthful other
They are oblivious aren’t they?
No concern for you, my brother,
I promise, you are not alone
I know you know it deep inside,
I’m far away, but you remember me,
Or you wouldn’t have cried all those nights.
I just threw that together in ten minutes, so it isn’t fantastic or anything, but something like that would read much more interesting, while still evoking the same raw emotion…
With poetry, it’s not about saying, "oh gee, this is good", just to be all soft and friendly. The point is, you can always make something better. You can always make something more polished…
Oh, they can still say it’s shit.
Trust me, they can and will. And they will be right.
The egg in the frying pan
like the mercury and the sun
sizzling the clear innocence away
while still having fun
Basically it’s talking about how people change, like a rite of passage. ^^ Even i don’t understand it HAHAHAHHAHA
well at least it rhymes
okay i willl shut up now.