• Life in deserts was sandy,
    Meandering on – as would a cloud –
    A hopeful heart – handing out illusions –
    Scarred heart
    A single black rose.
    Dark dark moon
    Moon, you have a shade of blue tonight -
    What have you got in your knapsack fair,
    Walking through these streets.
    Rich people travel in cars,
    I used to travel by train
    Since you are gone the stones lie differently along the ground
    In the face of a friend I see death
    no travel agent.
    ‘Twas deep; so deep of night,
    She cried for all the broken hearts,
    Some say she's bitter,
    she keeps on talking
    Destined to be alone
    under no other circumstances.
    i cant stop crying
    When the battle is over;
    Just another war
    Clawing at the guts of life.
    The funeral bell is ringing a reminder of our mortality
    A godlier man, there never lived -
    when they buried him,
    I remember
    Walking in the rain
    An unforgiving memory conspicuously brought back to existence
    It hurts me so much.
    He is just a young man,
    The last chapter
    so short.

    (P.S.- I added that last part in myself, because the poem was getting a bit long, don't you think? So... Be happy, and be joyous! *Taps microphone* Emm, is this thing on? Just trying to be ironic! Soooo... Comment so I'll know you liked it!)