Charles Hice

(May 13 2004 / Heaven)

Sad But Not Bad


Sad But Not Bad
I am always sad now
when I think of ewe,
please do not fail
to understand me,
it is not bad to feel this way!
I do not mean that ewe have made me sad,
losing ewe would kill me,
worse now than I was;
when life was pain and eating food and walking in the sun!
I never hid away from life from fights or pain!
Now I feel like hiding just to greet the day,
in hopes of being with ewe on a future day!
Time is not an enemy of pain!
It helps me to let time slip bye for days:
for days I let the time go bye
I live to go away
To hide to hide to hide--
-to hide -to abide in hopeful bliss
--just hopeful for one kiss
to hide from being sad
but its not bad
I love Ewe

Submitted: Thursday, June 22, 2006
Edited: Monday, August 09, 2010
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