Nothing is guaranteed in life. Not even life itself.
Last Song
Summer's on it's way once again,
Yet the breezes seem too cold
to bring sunshine and warming rain.
I can barely recognize myself
while my memories grow so old.
Even when the fun and silly games
are brightened by lilac's in May,
reality and sadness are the same
when we pretend life goes on
Like stars in the Milky Way
So, sit beside my weary soul
and hear the last song of this night,
A melody played outside in the cold
To drift to Heaven and stars above
As night turns out this tearful light.
Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2008-05-19 at 18:13
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Last Song
Summer's on it's way once again,
Yet the breezes seem too cold
to bring sunshine and warming rain.
I can barely recognize myself
while my memories grow so old.
Even when the fun and silly games
are brightened by lilac's in May,
reality and sadness are the same
when we pretend life goes on
Like stars in the Milky Way
So, sit beside my weary soul
and hear the last song of this night,
A melody played outside in the cold
To drift to Heaven and stars above
As night turns out this tearful light.
Poetry by Morpheus
Read 609 times
Written on 2008-05-19 at 18:13
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