Shawna
My eyes fade to black.
Growing dull and lifeless
You say you don't like me enough.
I say I am more than enought to make you happy
You push me away becuase your stubborn.
In time life will terminate.
So live life for now and worry about tomorrow later.
And give me a chance.
HAPPIENESS DRAINING
SADNESS FILLING
ANGER CHURNING
TRANQULITY EVAPORATING
This poem was written by Dan Finlayson on Nov 20, 2005.
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