Sad Stories and Poems

These rivers run deep

These rivers run deep

Deep. With the color most unpleasant

Unpleasant. No. This river leaves a scar in the surface to keep

I don't mind this color its a  present

The shiny silver glides perfectly over the surface

Every now and then to make the river even more deep

The silver comes more often now but with a purpose

So the river flows deeper and seeps

Soon the river overflows

The surface can't take it anymore

With more silver that comes with a blow

The surface is getting more poor

There's nothing more i can do

But sit and watch as my rivers flow over

They flow over onto a new surface to stick like glue

But that's ok because these rivers were going to flow over soon anyway

I've made my rivers and now i sit in a color most unpleasant

Strapped with the same color i oh so despise

This is no present

I can't take seeing this color i want to gouge out my eyes

But that's the price i pay for making my rivers deeper and deeper

I have many rivers. To many to count

They are a keeper

But now i just sit and pout

Because i know that these rivers run deep!