Friday, April 18, 2008

INCENSE

Somethings in life don’t make sense,

Like why you can’t value what you have until it’s past tense…

Sometimes life can be such a picket fence,

And we still sit on it till the pain is unnecessarily intense…

Somewhere in life silly judgments we dispense,

Towards complications our lives we seem to propense…

Somehow life seems to get too intense,

When we battle near ones and our minds grow dense…

Someday I wish she would walk into my life with candescence,

That may dispel from me all the darkness and petulance…

3 comments:

Saira said...

The “BEST” ones are always taken! 23 years and I have never been taken! NEVER!!! Damn… so now I am certain of where I stand!


What a load of hogwash. You're right, you're unnecessarily pathetic when you're depressed. Bum.

bluebutterfly said...

how many times should i write "real nice" coz well fo ocurse this was well written too ...
loved teh third last line ..

Mulling Over My Thoughts said...

psy:> hehehe...yup that was pathetic...just trying to warm it up for the matrimonial!

blue:> thank you ma'am!