lagwagon
Active member
I wrote a poem for Grandma, when my Granpop died and i was real sad last year:
i wanted to show someone but i was too scared so i tell you ppl:
That Day: Grey fields grew greyer.
Dark skies, a shade darker.
And in the village a vibe was missing,
a vigour.
A vibe and vigour that was Paul Miller.
As the tears drew, I suddenly
knew I would see Grandpop whenever
I turn to you.
That day was August 8th 2001.
i know it's cheesy but i suck at writing stuff like this.
so what you think?
i wanted to show someone but i was too scared so i tell you ppl:
That Day: Grey fields grew greyer.
Dark skies, a shade darker.
And in the village a vibe was missing,
a vigour.
A vibe and vigour that was Paul Miller.
As the tears drew, I suddenly
knew I would see Grandpop whenever
I turn to you.
That day was August 8th 2001.
i know it's cheesy but i suck at writing stuff like this.
so what you think?