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Saturday, February 24, 2007

Storm's Poem (I intend to title it exactly that)

Regrets eat away at a troubled mind,
Of the things in the past that just didn’t go right,
And all of the things that just couldn’t be changed,
Are looked back on silently with inverted disdain.

You’re inner child weeps as you’re perpetually ignored,
It seems as if the pain is a forever striking chord,
You’re existing in a world where minds aren’t forgiving,
Existing unobtrusively but never fully living.

It seems as if it’s hopeless to continue with this life,
When every thing you do only leads to pain or strife,
But it’s worth it to go on, from beginning to the end,
Because as long as you keep living you will always have a friend!!!!

Love ya Storm. That last couplet is for you!
KATY

2 comments:

Fran "the man" said...

that's a great poem katy and it explains storm very well i just hope he reads it and likes it. i did.
you should take a look at my blog and see the funny things on that
www.pudding-is-cool.blogspot.com

your friend
Francisco

Sandman said...

That was really good, I couldn't have said it better myself. You are indeed awesome, and I appreciate this. Its good to know I have a friend.

-Storm-

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