Post by Shishou on Sept 30, 2006 14:30:37 GMT -5
I wrote this a few months ago when my life wasn't going that well. Which I am happy to say that it is turning better now.
There is a tale that only a couple people know
“Hush!!! Be quiet! This is a true tale! don’t look so!”
She was a bright little girl, who always had a smile.
Helping people was always worth her while.
She grew older and older
And as she grew older and older
Something began to change, this bonny faced child.
Her temper which was usually bright and easygoing and rarely riled
Began to change ever so slowly
She was still trying to be good, kind, and holy
But she began to notice that things started looking grim and sad
So much war, death, poverty, sorrow and hatred it was making her go mad.
She started seeing more and more reality
She saw so much selfishness and brutality
She began to change more and more, the poor once bright little flower
Her expression once so cheerful turning sourer and sour
Every little good deed she did seemed was cast aside
Her hurt and grief kept growing inside
She never let anyone know
And she got pretty good at not letting it show
No one heard her pitiful yelp
That one last small cry for help
And alas that poor girl vanished and that is a fact
And her last thought was, “Is there anyone who would miss me and want me back?”
This is the end of that very sad tale.
Of that poor once bright and cheerful young female.
Faced with reality
And all its brutality
She stopped looking on the bright side of life and all the little joys given her
And the reason for this tale I am telling is to make sure
That you do not make the same mistakes as this poor almost forgotten, once bright and beautiful child…
It is sad but I am not the best with cheerful poems. And it isn't as good as Cat's or Kima's...
There is a tale that only a couple people know
“Hush!!! Be quiet! This is a true tale! don’t look so!”
She was a bright little girl, who always had a smile.
Helping people was always worth her while.
She grew older and older
And as she grew older and older
Something began to change, this bonny faced child.
Her temper which was usually bright and easygoing and rarely riled
Began to change ever so slowly
She was still trying to be good, kind, and holy
But she began to notice that things started looking grim and sad
So much war, death, poverty, sorrow and hatred it was making her go mad.
She started seeing more and more reality
She saw so much selfishness and brutality
She began to change more and more, the poor once bright little flower
Her expression once so cheerful turning sourer and sour
Every little good deed she did seemed was cast aside
Her hurt and grief kept growing inside
She never let anyone know
And she got pretty good at not letting it show
No one heard her pitiful yelp
That one last small cry for help
And alas that poor girl vanished and that is a fact
And her last thought was, “Is there anyone who would miss me and want me back?”
This is the end of that very sad tale.
Of that poor once bright and cheerful young female.
Faced with reality
And all its brutality
She stopped looking on the bright side of life and all the little joys given her
And the reason for this tale I am telling is to make sure
That you do not make the same mistakes as this poor almost forgotten, once bright and beautiful child…
It is sad but I am not the best with cheerful poems. And it isn't as good as Cat's or Kima's...
