The end of the year
is suppose to be full of joy.
Not the shed of a tear,
but as it draws closer to us,
I dare not bear
the pain that will fall upon me.
I'd rather share
the summer that is yet to come.
No longerwill we together cry,
no longer will we together laugh.
Only out will come a sigh,
till we meet again some year. :)
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Random Writings
PoetryThese are just some random poems I write through out the day. They vary with their points/emotions/messages. ;)
