Can't stop to dream. Happiness depends upon ourselves.

Friday, May 6, 2011

Recycling Day

Renewal, I went through about 20 pounds of paper which I've kept. Most of them from school, english class, and doodles. And then journals. Here are some that I just wanted to keep cyberly.

I ne'er was struck before that house
With Love so sudden and so sweet
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole away my heart complete

My face turned pale, a deadly pale
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed to turn to clay

And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at nooday

I could not see a thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do the string,
And blood burnt round my heart

Are flower's the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
Sh seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know

I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before
My heart has lift it's dewelling place
And can return no more


( I don't know what this is, or even if it's plagarized... I'll look for that later.. but now I can toss this paper.)