Written by: The Imprechaun of The Bog, Misty Storm, Poet of Mischief
Date: Thursday, April 22nd, 2004
Addressed to: Jhitishu Bonebanker Kal'Adun
The club has many members,
it's not a selected few,
so don't feel so special and privledged,
when we all look and point at you.
It's true that love lost is painful,
there's not alot one can do,
its just a part of living life,
we all feel pain as you.
Some love to dwell on the past,
and cling to some happy times,
but if you stop and think about it,
you'll miss the sun that shines.
Another day will happen,
another night will too,
but if this ryming battle continues,
there's just no hope for you.
I feel you're pain, you're not alone,
what more do you want from me,
how about some free advice,
and so just listen to me.
A broken heart takes time to mend,
there's nothing more to it,
so there's no use to crying aloud,
you'll just get used to it.
Penned by my hand on the 15th of Ios, in the year 127 MA.
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