Everything Happens For No Reason, Billy.

Everything Happens For No Reason, Billy.

A Poem by tamilynnyea;.

And beleive me,

Everything that happens just 'cause it does.

And believe me,

I knew the world was in my favor

Just for a minute.

 

I got you,

And what luck,

I thought you were just what you looked like.

I got you,

And what luck,

I was so far from right.

I got you, 

And that night,

I saw your true colors,

But, now, I know that colors

Could just be painted on.

 

And I fell for it, a second time, you know.

Shame on me.

I feel as though the way things were supposed to happen

Wasn't what the world wanted.

And shame on me.

 

You got me,

And what luck,

I was just what I looked like.

You got me,

And the stars misaligned, and this time,

When I got back up,

I walked away.

I still don't what to say,

But now, it's too late.

 

So, believe me,

Everything happens just 'cause it does.

There's no reasons.

You do what you do,

And don't make excuses.

Things do what they do.

That's why we call it nature.

You do what you do.

So, sink this ship before 

It

Sets sail.

 

Things do what they do.

That's just what we do.

© 2009 tamilynnyea;.


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This was awesome.
I loved the last two lines:
"Things do what they do.
That's just what we do."
The flow was amazing, and so was your choice of words.
Props to you for writing this. xD

Posted 11 Years Ago


I really liked this especially the part about the star misaligning, i thought that was really neat. Great Job! Keep Writing!

Posted 11 Years Ago



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tamilynnyea;.
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