Today was cold
The hours were bleak
So I took a step back
To reflect and to seek
From the outside
Looking in to see why
It looked so happy
To those who passed by
Even on the inside
Free from a thought
It all looked so normal
It seemed as they were taught
I saw what I had
And realized why
Passers by were decieved
And in wonder walked by
Because you can't buy happiness
In tangible things
They're all left behind
When the last bell rings
What I want you cannot sell
For ti's currancy is time
And death brings on the final cent
SO cutting short means hell
To love, flying high
On sweet angels wings
To smile at the sunset
For what tomorrow brings
To douse
These flames
That burn inside
Instead of roasting well
To live
not fighting
Each new day
Sweet victory to smell
And then to die
In peaceful bliss
My life I lived
To pay for this
Memories playing on the wall
it was cold that day
And in one Autumn breath Is aw
What this poem meant to say
Happiness only comes to pass
When life is complete
Time is its only currancy
And cutting short is self deafeat
|
|
