There are moments,
In which there is bliss,
It is nothing you want to miss,
He comes by with his kiss, kiss,
And all I want to say is that your were missed.
My friends are loud,
They float as high as the clouds.
I miss them dearly,
But I see why clearly.
Every thing happens for a reason,
But what is up with all this treason?
The calling of the night,
Leaves everyone at flight,
Saying, "man i cant excape this hight."
There's nothing wrong,
Because this is life, and its where you belong.
A contest entry
- HAPPY CONTEST. My first contest only 1 rule! must rhyme. by K1r5ty.
900 points, ended December 29, 2007, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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thank you for entering my contest and good look. watch out for spellings and grammer tho!! but all in all good write keep it up and good luck!!!
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