A boiling, hot summers day was when I saw her
she had lovely, straight, blonde hair
i couldn`t help but gaze a stare
her beautiful blue eyes lit up brightly in the sun
I will soon be sadly departing away from home
to see many places, faces, Paris maybe even Rome
the age of sweet 16... I`ll be tearfully all alone
marching to the Royal Navy...nervously on my own
When facing your horrible, nervous, tense fears,
clench the emotion, don`t grab those dreadfull tears.
Take a deep breath, stand straight, stay strong,
keep your head up, don`t encounter the wrong.
All alone in the pitch, black, frightening dark,
hearing fade, quiet whispers, back starts to ark,
walking quicker and faster, heart starts pumping,
with the knees and arms fail to stop thumping.
Reading a Dear John with blurry, red eyes,
letters swimming, with shock 'n' surprise,
pains in my head right down to my toes,
shaking in my now sweating, wet clothes.
How come the good times never last?
When your having an bomb, having a blast
bad times go slow, good times go fast,
future comes next, remembering the past.
What will the year of 2008 bring
a shining, gold crown on a new king
a gangster with new fresh, stylish bling
a baby robin ready to hum, tweet, sing
We English-look forward to our summer
with thoughts of brown sun tanning our skin
just lay back relax & burn & grin
with a light refreshment in one hand
The poetry I know is not made for attacking
people jealous of others 'cause there truly slacking
the content infront just keeps on lacking
to much jealousy will send you packing