Good-Bye

Watching the stars fade frm the sky,
The leaves falling dwn the robins last cry.
the grass turning brown,
I utter a sigh.
The hardest part wen watching love die,
is whispering softly the final 'Good-Bye'.

Sad and sweet

This poem is sad and sweet at the same time. It had a great flow and rhythm and a great story, but it is a sad story. Wonderful job =]

wInTeR rOsE

To say goodbye is to welcome change--whether welcomed graciously or not is up to the speaker.

Thanx

Thank you very much i love your poems 2 =) xoxoxox

all my lv Suicidal-Princess xxxxxx

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