it's funnyA Poem by Nothing Personallyrical
places and places
funny it may sound it's still about people and spaces funny towns in unknown lands funny colors in people's faces But I had to tell myself tell myself look into people's eyes It's funny how we grow old It's funny how we all die I wish I could farm all life store myself store myself in ice I wish still my face would live my face would live and my town survive. Nuclear holocausts are on the way melting global ice causing ocean's swell When there's too much water to drink I will have soda so would you. Carbon will be thrown out in air thrown out to the sun Even if it rains again we will throw it out. It's funny that I still miss you Time's gone by springs are new, Woman like to come and go but the smile on your face your curvy nose It's funny how it still reminds me still reminds me of you I would still run along run along those green, paddy fields with you. they have been waiting still the cottage by the sea the mountain to oversee It's funny that I care for places care for faces care for life It's funny that I still miss you still yearn it still wanna live (not die) © Nothing Personal. April 04, 2011. © 2011 Nothing PersonalReviews
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7 Reviews Added on April 4, 2011 Last Updated on April 4, 2011 AuthorNothing PersonalTXAboutHi !! I don't fuss too much about sharing a name or an identity. I came across this website and found it to be an interesting niche for writers without distinctive labels. It is a great place to befri.. more..Writing
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