i feel speacial..someone wrote a song about me..only no one knows.....MEHE. wink
ANYHOO!i have a poems of another again! Crismon Tear
This life is a crismon tear,leaking away all time and love,losing the path and friends
Why be here?Why try? We only have so long...
Before we give, we let go, we watch the sun go down,the ones we love are snatched away, replaced with hardened hearts, and blank eyes.
Fall into the darkness over again....and again.
But there is a voice calling, a person waiting...waiting just for you.
No one can be like them, as no one can be like you.
Your tear, your sunrise, your time.
It comes once, stilling the time you've lost, regaining your strength!
Then,your time runs out and the crismon tear returns back to where it belongs, where you will go.
The sun.It's what you were born to cherish, the warmth and light to bask in for you are the sun.
You are a drop of crismon sent to earth the world, to meet and love, to cry and feel
You are the crismon tear.
 Orange Affair · Mon Oct 17, 2005 @ 10:05pm · 5 Comments |
