Doesnt really rhyme and it was written by my very depressed and *lonely* friend -we would both appreciate it if u would all rate and maybe even comment-remember-poems dont have to rhyme-its whats in your heart that counts-ty
ALONE BY:B.V
When you're alone on a windy day
and theres nobody to fall into
the wind is against your face
and you're alone thinking of what to do
Who to talk to and what they might say
but at the end you find yourself alone again
Many people are like that.Alone.
One way or another there's a way to survive.HOW?WHO KNOWS.
Most people don't, others do because they learn to be independent, others aren't so lucky and aren't independent.
The wind sometimes is smooth and sometimes it is as wild and hard as the winter wind.When the wind is smooth it brings peace and freedom to whoever wants to enjoy it.
People here don't know how to hear and enjoy the wind.
The peace and the joy the wind brings, is as fresh as a winter day.
But sometimes the wind isn't friendly and sometimes the wind can blow all your peace and freedom away, and that's how people are on certain days.
When they're alone.
