Creativity.
I have for your viewing, um, horror? pleasure? somthing? a rare treat. im not one to share my poetry much, but here is a poem, written tonite.
A sad and broken man, sits a silent vigil,
Waiting for the time when he may return.
From afar he watches and waits for the day,
When he may tend the rose he found along the way,
He has been torn far from it, he has been replaced,
He no longer can let flow the care in his heart encased.
Secret prayers go long unanswered,
Hopes once vibrant are slowly dampered.
Soon now it will all end quickly, for as a rose that withers
His broken heart will die.
there you go. short, but i dont care. its mine and im actually sharing. Why? i unno, i just feel like it.so bleh. im done
A sad and broken man, sits a silent vigil,
Waiting for the time when he may return.
From afar he watches and waits for the day,
When he may tend the rose he found along the way,
He has been torn far from it, he has been replaced,
He no longer can let flow the care in his heart encased.
Secret prayers go long unanswered,
Hopes once vibrant are slowly dampered.
Soon now it will all end quickly, for as a rose that withers
His broken heart will die.
there you go. short, but i dont care. its mine and im actually sharing. Why? i unno, i just feel like it.so bleh. im done