When lights dim,

And blooms die,

A catastrophic failure

Will be to your favor.

As they scream,

Bells ring.

And as they cry,

We lie.

Words in order,

A great disorder.

Bodies are under,

A great thunder.

We cry and remember

The thought of our lover

Or for our family

As they are now laying clammily.

We visit their graves everyday,

Bringing a bouquet.

Plants grow around them,

Occasionally causing...

Water is forever a changing thing,

Its flow never ending and constant.

Its scent wafts through the air

And fills your senses.

The water you drink and bathe in,

Was used by at least three others.

The cycle causing this,

As it remembers.

We take it for granted

The luck we have

That we have what we have

And it’s not a dream.

Although it’s strong,

And although it’s rough,

The life it gives us,

“The...

We stay,

We play,

We become gray.

Never ever.

We’ve grown,

We’re prone

To be alone.

Are we clever?

I say,

We may.

But hey,

We wear leather.

Time passes

Each year a life turns to ashes,

And they’re just more classes

On forever...

SIDE NOTE- I CHANGED THE WORDS FROM “Hope is the bridge between despair and joy” to “Hope is the bridge between despair and repair”

My love, sweet and nice,

Your eyes bring out the light.

My love, sweet and nice,

Your heart is the bright.

Your eyes, the color of honey,

Makes me daydream like a bunny.

Your heart, crystal clear,

Is the apple of my tear.

Though you don’t love me,

And my thoughts a...

They say I’m crazy,

And I’m awry.

They say I’m hazy,

and they’re a lie.

If my life is full of hallucinations,

Then I need to find a destination.

For you see is not a spree

But a key waiting to flee

Sometimes I think

I have smeared

Because just a blink,

And they’ve disappeared

It’s your imagination”, as I will be told,

Which is why I keep it under a fold.

I’ve come across a disaster,

That will r...

Where bushes of flowers bloom brightly

And where birds chirped busily,

Now lays a land of ash,

Ruined in a flash.

Oh, how I hate

That date.

Why should we remember

Such a beautiful place,

When things were beautiful,

Turn into a waste?...