To and fro
To and fro
Back and forth
Back and forth
Here I swing,
I swing up and down,
No one sits by me,
No one's around.
I wonder if it's me?
I think in my mind.
Nonsense, I say,
Am I really so blind?
The swing is unlucky,
That's the problem right there.
The role i'm assigned
Has that sort of air.
Maybe then I
Should toss it away.
I jump from my swing,
I trip and I sway.
I skid and I fall
Onto the hard floor,
And as I turn around,
The swings are vacant no more.
Two children are in them,
Swingety swing.
And all their friends surround
The unlucky swing.
I wonder if it's me?
My hopes start to shrink.
Maybe I'm not quite
As blind as I think.
Author notes
Ehhh.... this sucks
so yeah...
Written November 17th, 2005
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Thanks for your comment. This isn't my best piece, I just had a little thing on my mind... =)
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i think this poem is awesome! kinda funny too...
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I'm agree with Icedflamez
Here's good piece but will be the most best if you work on it some more , I love your idea that you putted it on here , love your format its cool! anyway , here's another nice piece of ya! let's me know if you had edit this again...
Love ya girl!
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I think your idea is great, but the rhyming seems too forced. I think this poem has great potential if you work on it some more.
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