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suyooyuuchie14Hooraaaay!! as for my 100th post, Imma present you with a poem!
Tell me what you think because this is a collaborative poem, wherein I wrote the first two lines then passed the paper around for my other group mates to write the succeeding lines and then when it came back to me I wrote the last four lines. pretty interesting, and what made me soo happy is that their lines sort of connect to the ending that I actually want. so yeah, here goes--
Withered
Why must people think
That they, who bloomed long ago--
Time stands still;
Its thread hanging on grief
Remorse piercing through his heart
The sound of loves long lost hanging in thin air
His mind is full of memories--of misery and despair
The love, so sweet and bitter, lost in Death forever
How she wished she could revive
The love they lost should now survive
People longing for each other; hearts breaking
Saying whispers to the wind of their heart's desires
Forgetting the memories of the past is challenging,
When will this obstacle be over?
I will dream in a far land
Where Judgement and Time do not exist.
At last, I will finally ask,
Why must people think
That they, who bloomed long ago..
Can never love again?
Tell me what you think because this is a collaborative poem, wherein I wrote the first two lines then passed the paper around for my other group mates to write the succeeding lines and then when it came back to me I wrote the last four lines. pretty interesting, and what made me soo happy is that their lines sort of connect to the ending that I actually want. so yeah, here goes--
Withered
Why must people think
That they, who bloomed long ago--
Time stands still;
Its thread hanging on grief
Remorse piercing through his heart
The sound of loves long lost hanging in thin air
His mind is full of memories--of misery and despair
The love, so sweet and bitter, lost in Death forever
How she wished she could revive
The love they lost should now survive
People longing for each other; hearts breaking
Saying whispers to the wind of their heart's desires
Forgetting the memories of the past is challenging,
When will this obstacle be over?
I will dream in a far land
Where Judgement and Time do not exist.
At last, I will finally ask,
Why must people think
That they, who bloomed long ago..
Can never love again?
