My Poems. Past and Present

Dream Chaser. Working life

Thursday, October 23, 2008

This feeling of sadness, is hate.

All ropes has two ends.
The boy tied the rope around his neck. One end he gave to his best friend.
The other to that girl he loved.
Round his neck, a rope was tied. (Why. Why not.)


The rope call love.

But away from him they ran, killing the boy.