Sad like butterflies pinned to cardboard boxes.
Sad like books with torn pages,
ocean shores empty of bathers.
I am sad like unfinished stories
and dusty photo albums,
always I am sad like burnt out candles.
aw, this poem wasn't crap at all. i really liked the butterfly part. :) it's way better than my poetry, wich i got embarrased about and deleted off my account. not because it was too emotional or revealing...it just sucked!lol. but i seriously like yours.
thank you so much! Post some of your poetry, I bet it isn't that bad!
Speak roughly to your little boy, and beat him when he sneezes: he only does it to annoy, because he knows it teases. -Lewis Carroll, a man with little sense, and much imagination