I traversed a great distance to be here today
So it hurt tremendously to hear the voice say
All that I thought will be, will not
My hopes, my plans, to the ground have been brought
You needn't have asked me to believe and trust
Only to turn all my dreams to dust
I sit here imprisoned, without any chains
So much I could say, but I'm forced to refrain
Bitter and angry, I hope not to become
Or drown my sorrows in a bottle of rum
Perhaps it was written above in the stars
That it would be cancelled, my chem practicals class.
7 comments:
wow i know you were pissed off about the practs but does it really deserve a poem?! Hmm strange. I only write poems about myself !
So hard I try to keep refrain..
From calling you that particular name!....
But heck you go and spoil it all!
And prove - yet and again ..
What a NERD u really are!!!!
Long live NERD!!! :P
HA ha ha ....
A poem for a canceled Prac class?
MY GOD!!!!
I would be the happiest person ever, If such a thing happened to me! ...
Phew!
How do manage all this! HOW????? LOL
:)
@paddy
oooo can i write a poem about u?!!
@pyro
hey, would you be happy if you had to go ALL the way to college to find out you neednt have come in the first place? and its okay you can call me a nerd, now that we've discussed what it actually means :)
Any thing than to sit an entire 2 hours of a grueling practical session!
I would be thankful as hell!
But then.... Thats how the normal genre of people think!
U tho are a different category all together! :P
the only thing i liked about your poem was the RUM....and i promise u there'll be lots of it soon :P
You should write a "pome" about apples.
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