I remember days gone by When the little things would make you cry Like the death of a pretty flower Or the broken promise of an afternoon shower
I recall a time of the past When love was thought of as unsurpassed And there was always someone there To share the things you could not share
Now-a-days there are no tears We've developed hardness over the years And being a kid is looked down on Because acting your age is always frowned on
Just because I look older Doesn't mean I'm any colder To cry the tears of drops of dew Is to cry tears that are pure and true
You see, it's not the memories As much as the things I've fogot I wish to cry for all the flower And find the innocence that I've lost...
~Rachael Ray
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So sweet but so young To lead a life that hasn't begun Waving hair in the breeze To the people you meet you look so pleased What's the secrect that you hid Smiling as if life is complete Saddness reaches out and through Nothing seems to stop you Please tell me where you go to Everything while resting down A place where all hopes are kept No tears of unhappiness Pictures of life that's meant to be And colors that are keeping me This place that speaks your name Keep it forever in your mind At a glance, never change Always remain the same This person who has no real place Reaches out and sings a song Even while tears run down her face A tune of perfect happiness A comfort to a soul in need A shout that is but a whisper to me A warning, but it warns in vain I must relive this dismal life And make the mistakes that are ment to be made Please never go away...
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Banana
As I gaze at the yellow-y yellowness And peel this lovely fruit I bet that you could probably guess He calls me a stupid spoot
My mind wanders as I take in the fact That a fruit just insulted me So I yell at him to take it back For there's no one as spooty as he
He goes on to say that what I said Hurt down to his bananaish core But I didn't care and I wanted him dead So off his head I tore
Banana, you were good to the end You were brave and true You just weren't good as a friend So that's why I ate you...
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