My life is so dark, grim, and cold,
I sit by myself, I've got no one to hold.
I see everyone else with their significant other,
I wish I wasn't born, I curse my mother.
My life has no point, no meaning at all,
when I'm at home, I have no one to call.
Then all of a sudden, I think of you,
the sun comes up, reflecting on the mourning dew.
Birds start to sing their happy song,
I feel like I could take on King Kong.
I am no longer sad, there is nothing I can't do.
And I feel this way, because I thought of you.
by Scott Thomas Moy
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2 comments:
very nice:)
Thank You Karima... :)
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