nothing to do. schools out. friends are gone. not complet sentences. cousins are coming to be babysitted. boring! i couldn't wait for summer now i just want to see my friends in the real world. i can't beleive it but i miss them. well i guess i can wait. hey maybe i can email one of them. new poem:
Not What You Know
You'll never know
What you had
Until it turns to
Something bad
Can't ask where
You went
When you never
Went away.
This is all
What we know
But what we know
Is not always
Important
But sometimes
It is what we don't
Why are we here
What can you do perfectly
How do we know when the
Sun will not glow
Is there life life beyond
Us
This is not what we know of
We have no answeres
To the questions that puzzles
The Earth
okay it isn't really good i know. so blah blah blah.
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Words I Couldn't Say
By Rascal Flatts
(this is the chorus)
What do I do now that you're gone
No back up plan, no second chance
And no one else to blame
All I can hear in the silence
That remains
Are the words I couldn't say
By Rascal Flatts
(this is the chorus)
What do I do now that you're gone
No back up plan, no second chance
And no one else to blame
All I can hear in the silence
That remains
Are the words I couldn't say