All Things End
Everything has a start,
An idea appears like a spark,
And everything has to grow,
Before it really is stark.
But then you have impurities,
Long before the final eulogies,
The ittle things are not filed,
But there's no innocence of a child.
If you keep going for the sake of itself,
It just gets more and more boring.
To just drone on and on and on,
Keeps our souls from soaring.
If peace will end some day,
So will war some way,
I've found that there's no bad or good.
They all fought with all they could.
So that which brought us together,
Somehow won't last forever,
But the bond it made will stay,
We'll join hands again one day.
A new beginning comes from every end,
A new hope, a new smile, and a brand new friend.
So sit and cry a while at endings,
Then stand and sing for new beginnings.
Let's sit and cry with our friends,
Who help us as every heart mends,
Then after a while, we'll stop and we'll smile,
For if it begins, sooner or later it ends.
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Thanks for reading my poem, I love reviews ^_^. Could you please read my original story, A Flight on Broken Wings? (Look it up in Cyllya's profile or with the tile search) I want some opinions before I finish it, but originals never get much attention. Thank you.
Summery: In the time of heroes and magic, there was seclusion and prejudice. A girl, forced to live in a place she doesn't belong, is hated and ridiculed-but now, the powers of belief shall be shown, pure determination shall prevail, and a demon shall prove herself an angel.
Everything has a start,
An idea appears like a spark,
And everything has to grow,
Before it really is stark.
But then you have impurities,
Long before the final eulogies,
The ittle things are not filed,
But there's no innocence of a child.
If you keep going for the sake of itself,
It just gets more and more boring.
To just drone on and on and on,
Keeps our souls from soaring.
If peace will end some day,
So will war some way,
I've found that there's no bad or good.
They all fought with all they could.
So that which brought us together,
Somehow won't last forever,
But the bond it made will stay,
We'll join hands again one day.
A new beginning comes from every end,
A new hope, a new smile, and a brand new friend.
So sit and cry a while at endings,
Then stand and sing for new beginnings.
Let's sit and cry with our friends,
Who help us as every heart mends,
Then after a while, we'll stop and we'll smile,
For if it begins, sooner or later it ends.
***
Thanks for reading my poem, I love reviews ^_^. Could you please read my original story, A Flight on Broken Wings? (Look it up in Cyllya's profile or with the tile search) I want some opinions before I finish it, but originals never get much attention. Thank you.
Summery: In the time of heroes and magic, there was seclusion and prejudice. A girl, forced to live in a place she doesn't belong, is hated and ridiculed-but now, the powers of belief shall be shown, pure determination shall prevail, and a demon shall prove herself an angel.