Feb 07, 2005 18:22
so we are studying poetry in english :D one of my favorite thigs to do and since i am no longer in dance, it is now more of my passion than dance....anyways we have to write a narrative poem that rhymes......i HATE rhyming, NONE of my poems that i write rhyme but this is how it is......
Happy Tears Of Sadness
Best friends is what we are
toghether we can take on anything
a brekup, a fight, wishing we had a car
whatever the world may bring.
It was a cloudy and cold November day,
when you told me some dreadful news
"It's possible my grama is going away."
I knew a good shoulder is what you could use.
Your father told us "The chances are small,
I'm sorry honey, I wish your mother was here
She might not make it at all,
at least you have a friend, who will bring you some cheer."
I looked in your eyes so pretty and brown,
In there I saw your pain
I didn't know you were gonna have a total breakdown,
In your heart it began to rain.
"It wasn't supposed to be this way!!"
you melted down slaming into the ground
"why, why can't she stay?"
Your heart beating louder, I could hear every pound
I wrapped my arms around you
and you began to cry louder with every tear
thinking of how her life was through
"Don't worry I'm here, if you need me, you'll have nothing to fear."
You looked into my eyes
and this is what you said,
"Even though I'm not ready for the sad goodbyes,
I'm glad our friendship is as strong as lead."
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it made sarah cry, i know its kinda sad, but most of my poems are, i think maybe because i have trouble talking to people about my pain, it makes it easier to write it for everyone to read.....i wish i knew how to write happy things, maybe more people would want to read them....anyways yeah, i got my scedule changed, so that now i am a t.a. for melchor 5th and 6th period, i am out of that ballet class, and i am going to miss it sooo much, but it wasn't challenging enough for me, in a way i would rather have kim as the teacher, then i know i would be working harder....plus i hated that teacher, it is like talking to a wall, yeah, i am going to miss dancing i may never do it again....that makes me sad....oh well life goes on.