a tear i shed is more than enough. ennough to say, no shout "IM SAD"
enough to scream "IM MORE THAN MAD"
and i hate to cry. especialy in public.
it draws attention and that's not me. so when i cry i pray that nobody sees.
i'll fold my hands over my eyes curled up in a ball and to noones supprise,
ill be surrounded by the pond ive made ,
covered with smeared mascre, smeared down my wet cheeks,
with a box of tissues by my side
and a memory in my mind,
ill cry to say one last time
for this is the beginning of my fight.
I was taking a walk one summer day,
It was on a warm sunny day in May.
I had no destenation in mind,
So of i go to see what i might find.
I started down a long narrow street,
That lead to a small park that looked so neat.
As i sat on a bench to listen to birds sing,
Little squirles chased each other around in a ring.
They seemed not to notice that i was there,
As they chased each other,out hoped a Hare.
The rabbit as he ran seemed to hippity scotch,
The squirles tried to catch him but they could not.
I walked down a trail that lead to a creek,
I saw fish swimming looking for food to eat.
Flowers grew on the side of the pond,
As i looked up the hillside they seemed to go on and on.
I will have to come back to visit another day,
I really dident want to leave , but wanted to stay.
So if your ever bored with nothing to do,
See nature at its best, it will supprise you.