White withering love
crimson with tears
shrivelled with age
come, bloom, revel in your splendour.
“No,” said the flower stubbornly
and stomped away.
To die in the garden
where it got the best sun.
“Fool,” whispered the winds
as they scooped up the petals
and threw its scent in the air.
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That’s bloody sad!
Make a happy one. I demand it.
Ok, I don’t really demand it, but a happy one would be nice.
i’m gonna eat ice cream now. screw gym.
– says the girl with the emo profile pic :D. This is a sad poem but Saaleha made it funny.
I vote for a happy poem, preferably something with stars, stars rock! The heavenly bodies not the celebrities.
eermm :-/ Hamish.. pass the ice cream! Thankyou pliss.
it’s with oreos. i’d sell my gran for this. but since you’re almost sentenced to a marriage, how can i deny a prisoner. bowl or cone?
looooooollllll youre so noble! 😛 mmm love oroes too! i love oreo milkshake *sluurrpp*
Bowl please! with wafer those chocolate swirly stick things please 😀
aw, shucks, thats the way life is sometimes.
Hamish Icecream is good for you.
Saal, I can’t make happy right now. I tried.
Zah: lol, i see you two enjoy chatting on my comments:)
Dewwwyyyy- we’re just trying to uplift your spirits! *sprinkles sufi love dust over you* 😀
sufi love dust?
Can I elevate myself now?
Wish I could.
Aww *hugs*
I’m not sad…just thoughtful and melancholy and procrastinating a bit.
Yes 😀 Sufi love dust! *sprinkles more on you*
No you can not- the sufi lovedust will elevate you naturally- none of this super consciousness lark!
*big squishy hug back*
Well stop it *hits you with a pencil* you think too much woman! Go out and smell the flowers or something!
I love procrastinating- i have a diploma in it 😀 For some reason i have always loved the word “melancholy,” i think i fell in love with it after reading Shakespeares “12th night.”