Originally posted by Raven69First Day of Spring
Ok, hold on...I'll go find some....
Awoken by sound of birds sing
And soft sunrays in my room
It must be the first day of Spring
When all flowers begin to bloom
Never was there a lovelier day
Than that of the first of Spring
I hear children laugh and play
So much joy they bring
Even though I’d like more sleep
I grudgingly get out of bed
Very tired and yawing deep
'Tis to the kitchen that I head
I grab a knife from the shelf
And very slowly cut my self
Originally posted by Raven69I like that.
First Day of Spring
Awoken by sound of birds sing
And soft sunrays in my room
It must be the first day of Spring
When all flowers begin to bloom
Never was there a lovelier day
Than that of the first of Spring
I hear children laugh and play
So much joy they bring
Even though I’d like more sleep
I grudgingly get out of bed
Very tired and yawin ...[text shortened]...
'Tis to the kitchen that I head
I grab a knife from the shelf
And very slowly cut my self
Carry on. 🙂
Originally posted by Raven69Twist ending. I was asking myself where were the depression you talked about at first but then at mid third stanza there it came and finally at the couplet it all came down.
First Day of Spring
Awoken by sound of birds sing
And soft sunrays in my room
It must be the first day of Spring
When all flowers begin to bloom
Never was there a lovelier day
Than that of the first of Spring
I hear children laugh and play
So much joy they bring
Even though I’d like more sleep
I grudgingly get out of bed
Very tired and yawin ...[text shortened]...
'Tis to the kitchen that I head
I grab a knife from the shelf
And very slowly cut my self
I've liked it.
But I hope that you don't cut yourself.
Originally posted by adam warlockThank you. 🙂 And no I don't cut myself......anymore. 🙂
Twist ending. I was asking myself where were the depression you talked about at first but then at mid third stanza there it came and finally at the couplet it all came down.
I've liked it.
But I hope that you don't cut yourself.