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Saccharine
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05-30-2007, 07:45 AM
Oh God this was so random. Don't critique I know it's aweful >.>
- you'r my friend and that is true,
but the gift was given from me to you.
we went thru moments that were good and bad,
even moments that were happy and sad.
you suported me when i was in tears,
we stuck together when we were in fear,
its really sad that it had to be this way,
but it has reached its very last day.
miles away cant keep us apart,
'cause you'll always be in my heart.
Always remember to forget
The things that made you sad
But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad.
Always remember to forget
The friends that proved untrue.
But don't forget to remember
Those that have stuck by you.
Always remember to forget
The troubles that have passed away.
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day.
When troubles come your soul to try,
You love the friend who just stands by.
Perhaps there's nothing she can do,
The thing is strictly up to you.
For there are troubles all your own,
And paths the soul must tread alone.
Times when love can't smooth the road,
Nor friendship lift the heavy load.
But just to feel you have a friend,
Who will stand by until the end.
Whose sympathy through all endures,
Whose warm handclasp is always yours.
It helps somehow to pull you through,
Although there's nothing she can do.
And so with fervent heart we cry,
God Bless the friend who just stands by.
A friend is somebody
Who knows you and likes you
Exactly the way that you are.
Someone who's special
And so close in thought
That no distance can ever seem far.
A friend understands you
Without any words,
Stands by you
When nothing goes right.
And willingly talks
Over problems with you
Till they somehow
Just vanish from sight.
And whether you're neighbors
Or live miles apart,
A word from a friend gives a lift
To your heart and spirit.
That shows you once more
Why friendship is life's dearest gift!
Too often we don't realize
What we have until it is gone
Too often we wait too late to say
"I'm sorry - I was wrong."
Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones
We hold dearest to our hearts
And we allow foolish things
To tear our lives apart.
Far too many times we let
Unimportant things into our minds
And then it's usually too late
To see what made us blind.
So be sure that you let people know
How much they mean to you
Take that time to say the words
Before your time is through.
Be sure that you appreciate
Everything you've got
And be thankful for the little things
in life that mean a lot.
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Harvard Mint
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05-30-2007, 11:03 PM
i think it is very good. i think you should make it bigger though. i can hardly see it. it is much better than any thing i wrote :oops:
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Harvard Mint
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05-30-2007, 11:06 PM
are you going to write more poems? if you do can you send it to me?
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Saccharine
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05-31-2007, 02:17 AM
Yeah I probably will.
I have some, I'm just a little shame to post them xD
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Saccharine
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05-31-2007, 02:20 AM
everyone says life is to short
but how short is it really?
i mean we never know when it will end
but in that troublesome thought we can find beauty
because not knowing when the end will come
makes every day that much more important
makes every flower that much more beautiful
makes every relationship that much more meaningful
makes every love that much more deeper
for to long has fear ruled the decisions people make
for me i have decided not to let fear rule my life
because when i get to the end of my life i want to look back on it
and say that i had no regrets
and lived every day to its fullest.
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Desigha
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05-31-2007, 06:09 PM
Would you please set the font size a little bigger and use some darker colors? I'm getting an headache of this font...
But for as far as I've read them, they're quite good. :)
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Saccharine
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06-10-2007, 02:57 AM
- What happened to especially in the month of June?
I can learn a lot of things from the flowers?
Is there a wealth of happiness and romance?
Should I wait a little bit longer?
Or must I find my golden afternoon?
Where bread-and-butterflies kiss the tulips
And the sun is like a toy balloon.
Are there are get up in the morning glories,
And are there dizzy daffodils on the hillside?
Do the Tiger lilies love the dandelions?
And are there dog and caterpillars and a copper centipede,
Where the lazy daisies love the very peaceful life they lead?
In my golden afternoon?
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