OOC: This is a random poem that I thought to myself this entire day. To end the halfway point of my eighth grade, I have decided to do something like this. I also have a one shot that has yet to be completed, which is part of my 2 literary step plan. I hope you all enjoy this, it surprisingly helped me with stress.
Note that I tried to make sure that it had multiple, vague meanings. If it doesn't make sense, then that's probably my failure to give it some flow or rhythm.
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As you cry and gaze upon the sky;
Please do not look with sorrow.
What has become a worse today,
can only be a better tomorrow.
And so I bid you farewell, my dear love,
For our red rose has wilted away.
Please do not look with such grim remorse,
Just because I no longer have one more day-
A single day to hold you and love you;
A sole moment of passion and romance.
But, remember what I have left on ground;
Please, give our children a chance.
And so, my sweetheart, I must bid you adieu;
The dawn from on high has taken me now.
If I stay here, I will find no paradise,
On stage, one can say that it's my final bow.
My darling; what is it like up here?
It's not distant at all in an adequate degree.
Without you, it is like a seamless dream
For time and love is now far to me.
Note that I tried to make sure that it had multiple, vague meanings. If it doesn't make sense, then that's probably my failure to give it some flow or rhythm.
--
As you cry and gaze upon the sky;
Please do not look with sorrow.
What has become a worse today,
can only be a better tomorrow.
And so I bid you farewell, my dear love,
For our red rose has wilted away.
Please do not look with such grim remorse,
Just because I no longer have one more day-
A single day to hold you and love you;
A sole moment of passion and romance.
But, remember what I have left on ground;
Please, give our children a chance.
And so, my sweetheart, I must bid you adieu;
The dawn from on high has taken me now.
If I stay here, I will find no paradise,
On stage, one can say that it's my final bow.
My darling; what is it like up here?
It's not distant at all in an adequate degree.
Without you, it is like a seamless dream
For time and love is now far to me.