Saturday, November 7, 2009 @ 7:45 PM
Maybe we aren't meant to be?
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The Place The Love
dedicated to me:
A lush of green, a streak of gold
The place where all the promises will hold;
The deep blue skies with the yellow sun
That's a good place and a good hunt.
The rainbow's there, from red to violet,
Nothing there is going to ever hurt.
I pray to you, I pray to God
I pray this place will be protected by Lord.
But just after that, my dreams were dashed.
The place crumbled, falling at me, they lashed.
But bit by bit I picked the fallen pieces up
Hoping to fill up the love-deprived tub.
Despite the troubles and the stormy blue seas,
I cling on to the yellow moon, hoping to see;
To see the light and to see the gold,
To see the green that's the hardest hue to hold.
Then I lumbered, I fumbled, I stumbled and I troubled.
I wondered would the place ever be recovered?
____________________________________________________________________________________________________It's an old poem.From my old blog.Found it while trying to find the poem zhiyang was referring to -.-
But I guess it's apt now.Give up huh.