As i sit lonsome in the crisp fresh night air, My mind wandering like a lost gypsy. Searching, Searching, What is it. My life is so full, Yet i feel so empty. What am i missing, Why am i losing. why am i losing, The battle of life Ive got little to gain, Not to much to lose. Should I give it all to the knife. No? No. Cause life is butiful, Like the sunset fading over the Atlantic, Like the colors of the rainbow, Suggesting new world harmony. Its not worth it. Its not worth it. plese send me much feed back consturctive crisim its all welcome thanxs peace
this is my only criticism: butiful is spelt Beautiful that's all the criticim I can think of I like the poem though it's great! outstanding!!
ok who hasn't used this line in some way.....that's my only criticism....otherwise it's okay but like i tell everyone else MORE ORIGINAL
