| HARD TO BELIEVE |
| As time goes on, we play our game; We push, we shove, we run away. It�s a routine � it�s all the same; It�s been like this every day. Hard to believe it�s been this long; This run-around is getting old. But isn�t this love�s little song? Isn�t love worth all of the gold? I don�t think so anymore; I gave up on �us� long ago. �I�ll stop talking to you,� I swore. Just leave me alone, please just go! |
| I wrote this poem for English... the assignment was to write a poem titled what we drew... and I drew "hard to believe"... ironically this poem also explains some things quite simply... (inside thing) |