Rare are the blog entries that are happy. Why try to change it?
Generally tired, and pensive, and confused.
STUPID SAF

Poem that i wrote while pensive and confused

Love is a sweet pool and a bitter cup.
A sour fruit and a fragrant blossom.
A searing brand and a brilliant sparkle.
Fond remembrances and gentle regrets.


Extra lines can be added by anyone else... rules are:
1. must be one good and bad point related to each other.
2. ten syllables each line.