Where has my poetry gone
I cant seem to think of one thing to hate on.
Where did my melodic thoughts dissapear to
And why is my brain suddenly goo.

Try to do what's right
Try to make someone's day bright
Try to help those in distress
Try to clean up all of their mess

Kindness is a well and fine
But when you're in the school line
It doesn't matter how nice you were that day
for all their own problems you shall pay
Because kids can be cruel
And somewhere, someday you'll be cool

But will being nice get you anywhere
It seems the worst get more than's fair
Survival of the fittest or the meanest
Moshing to the food while the polite are the leanest

The top of the food chain I see
Is the ones who cut down the trees
But maybe in the end
The ones who never mastered any trend
Will be the ones who have the most love
Down here and up above
On the day that we are most recalled.

Maybe we will be remembered as the nicest person they ever knew
Or that nice one who let you ahead in the queue
Does all that goes come back around
Or do we only appreciate who is underground.

Once upon a time
You loved him
It all felt fine
Suddenly he/you realise
That you feel is all lies
Tears could fill an ocean
because you had a notion
that it was meant to be.
It was just a game..just for pretend
THE END
Or is it the start
Of another chance
For you to give away your heart
Another glance

Your lies were the water I needed
For the plants I had seeded
In the depths of my larynx
Because you had all the words I could've wanted
which at the time seemed undaunted
But seeds need sunlight too
so this love never grew...

All the words you and your shallow mind can think of
Wont make up for the disloyalty you stink of!

That one step forward took me 3 steps back from you