another one of my poems, hope ya like, review or flame whatever
YOU
The wind will never blow
The sun will never rise
The grass refuse to grow
When I look in your eyes
The leaves will always fall
The waves will kiss the sand
The wolves will join in call
If I could grasp your hand
Push did come to shove
Walking around without a clue
With what I thought was love
To you was never true
if death come to me today
The world would go on turning
On would rush the tide
The fire goes on burning
From the sun the moon will hide
While he exhales endless lies
And I stare at the friendly knife
he knows inside it dies
My tattered scrap of a life . . .
END
this is a poem that reminds me about ino, her and shika, mybe ill make a story outta this, tell me what yall think and ill decide what to do!