I got depressed and pissed because my parents talked about moving, again.
So on the car ride home I came up with a few lines. Got home and wrote them down (really typed, but still.)
May 31st was the official date, now that I checked...
My first Poem....
Gone.
Some say Love is the slowest form of Suicide, and I agree.
When loved, you become attached to something.
When gone, you quit. Can you not see?
No longer attached, a part of you is missing.
Gone forever.
A house is the same as a partner.
Something to cherish, make yours, stay with forever.
But all good things come to an end, and moving is like leaving the alter.
Even if you return, you never get that life back, never.
Goodbye to friends, town, life.
My soul, brain, and heart are torn.
For every time I leave, its like a mans fight with his wife.
Made better, but forever scorned.
Its gone forever.
My heart and soul.
Life as I know it is over.
I pay the eternal toll.
No matter what you say, no matter what you do.
It will never be the same day, but its all the same to you.
Make new friends you say, start things over.
I will some day, but then I leave, and its gone forever.
This cycle never stops.
It's like we're always running from the cops.
A new house, a new beginning.
But then the fat lady starts her singing.
And we leave.
Then I am gone. Forever.
So on the car ride home I came up with a few lines. Got home and wrote them down (really typed, but still.)
May 31st was the official date, now that I checked...
My first Poem....
Gone.
Some say Love is the slowest form of Suicide, and I agree.
When loved, you become attached to something.
When gone, you quit. Can you not see?
No longer attached, a part of you is missing.
Gone forever.
A house is the same as a partner.
Something to cherish, make yours, stay with forever.
But all good things come to an end, and moving is like leaving the alter.
Even if you return, you never get that life back, never.
Goodbye to friends, town, life.
My soul, brain, and heart are torn.
For every time I leave, its like a mans fight with his wife.
Made better, but forever scorned.
Its gone forever.
My heart and soul.
Life as I know it is over.
I pay the eternal toll.
No matter what you say, no matter what you do.
It will never be the same day, but its all the same to you.
Make new friends you say, start things over.
I will some day, but then I leave, and its gone forever.
This cycle never stops.
It's like we're always running from the cops.
A new house, a new beginning.
But then the fat lady starts her singing.
And we leave.
Then I am gone. Forever.
...We Salute You.