SorrowThrough sickness and health,poorness and wealth,real love is usually known.But we, my dear,share nothing but sorrow:cry together, smile alone.
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"For six seconds I paused, then I said:Some of us ..love more than we hate,laugh more than we cry,work harder than we play, butlive before we die.Some of us don't. And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
Goodbyedo you remember?you and me holding hands, so in love at the start..you and me in the wind on a swing at the park..on my knee with a ring, oh we hugged and we smiled..life was good; now it's great, or was I just in denial?'cause we fought, then we cried; and we broke, then we lied..now you're gone and I'm lost feeling so weak inside..so I ask: could we be — after all we have seen —still in love, yet broke up; somewhere trapped in between?I don't know, you're still gone; time has passed, nights are long..here's to you — here's goodbye — as to you I gift this song..
First, I whip it out.First, I whip it out.Then I thrust itWith great force.Every angle,It penetrates,Until, with great strength,I ram it in!In the end,We are all satisfied,And you are set free.