A special day,
To run and play.
To have dinner and flowers,
And evening showers.
A happy day,
When she’s gone away?
Celebrate disaster?
Pull apart this plaster?
Is this day defined,
By what’s intertwined?
Or is there revenge,
To cure the distance binge?
Celebrate together,
To run and play forever,
To have dinner and flowers,
And evening showers.
©Copyright 2007
I apologize for the sappy-ness of this poem. I wrote it in like five minutes. I just wanted to get my thoughts out.
