"If ever there's a day we can't be together, keep me in your heart; I'll be there forever." - A.A. Milne |
He sat beside her at the bay
It was sunset, almost the end of the day
He saw her face, glistening in the sunlight
For once in his life everything felt right
As she watched Apollo's Orb disappear into the sea
He watched her face, and said this is where I'm meant to be
He watched her black eyes reflect the dancing waters down
And as the final orange light, shimmered on her crown
And when the night arrived, she said to him
Look at the sky, every color to cater to your every whim
It's so pretty the night sky above us all
Sometimes I wish the sky would fall
And then she said, aren't you entranced, too
When the stars display their worth to you?
And he said, Words cannot explain
How its beauty stumps me time and time again
And as she looked upon him she smiled
He was watching her all the while
And he could not help but say
Thank God you gave me today
Hey guys! What's up? Many people ask me how I come up with everything I write. Well it's really simple. I'm inspired. That's just about it. I once wrote a poem for a girl and got nothing in return so yeah, sometimes I do get stumped and get really depressed so I write more. My advice? Write when you are depressed. Some of the greatest stories come from the darkest depths of human experience. The greatest stories come from those who have gone through hell and back, and the best characters are based on those who have suffered most.
And then she said, aren't you entranced, too
When the stars display their worth to you?
And he said, Words cannot explain
How its beauty stumps me time and time again
And as she looked upon him she smiled
He was watching her all the while
And he could not help but say
Thank God you gave me today
Hey guys! What's up? Many people ask me how I come up with everything I write. Well it's really simple. I'm inspired. That's just about it. I once wrote a poem for a girl and got nothing in return so yeah, sometimes I do get stumped and get really depressed so I write more. My advice? Write when you are depressed. Some of the greatest stories come from the darkest depths of human experience. The greatest stories come from those who have gone through hell and back, and the best characters are based on those who have suffered most.
"I read once that the Egyptians had fifty words for sand and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep. And there are no words for that." - Anonymous
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