The grass was dry,
The grass was short,
The horses whinnied full of retort.
The water was green,
It needed a clean.
And the fence was wire,
Which gave you a shock.
The gate had a lock
And the horses were trapped,
With nothing to do,
The horses are scrapped.
Bit crap but its my first attempt. :)
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I write horse stories, love em or hate em, ur going to read them
When tomorrow seems So far away You wished it'd never come Yet you know deep down Inside yourself Tomorrow will be rough.
They say hindsight shines clear as ice, But to watch the event occur, it depends. Some swear they know it in a trice, Yet some never it fully comprehend.
I just can't seem to follow the flow, even nice people hate me so.
Roses are red, your face a dark blue, you left me for my friend, what else could I do. All your love just lies, you never really cared, I thought we had something special, many memories shared.
Attract, repel, give and take, It goes by many names. When persecuted, do not mistake; Karma has yet to play the game..
I thought we had it down I thought we'd come through I thought the way things were going It was just me and you.
I can't remember the last time we held each other tight, now loneliness just fills the cold night. It has been six months since you left me, under the shadow of the willow tree.
When you feel like words, Can never build walls - Yet break them within a heartbeat, You see the how people will fall.
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