teenage years (the flower)
By kimberlee
sadness is like a pool deep and dark all around cry is a comfort but what use are tears it will never bring back the things if lost or the dreams i once had my visions of the future once were bright and love was equal shared i could never shout in spite once i was a little rose bud now I'm at that halfway stage neither the rose nor the bud i don't know about my latter life cos im on a roller coaster up one minute and down the next some days im the rottening flower or the one on its own i want to be the brightest never be dull and never crumpled i want to be loved but never be broken i want to kiss away the dew to meet the morning before the end of my time i will be that lovely flowerwell a bit cheesy i don't know wat do yous think? Written September 24th, 2001 © on Sep 24 2001 01:53 PM PST 0 • 12
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