Other Side.

The grass isn't always greener,
On the other side,
It's just that after a while,
We all get color blind,

To how good what we have is,
And how we forget to show,
The people in our lives,
What we think they all know,

The words we don't say,
Or the ones that we scream,
In a moment of anger,
Just like a bad dream,

And once it is broken,
And shattered on the floor,
No amount of sorry,
Will bring it back once more,

So treasure each day you have,
With those that you love,
They're the gifts we are sent,
From the stars up above,

Treat them with respect,
And treat them with care,
Cause if you do break them,
They soon won't be there.

Written in 5 minutes (Seriously yes that quick, this one just flowed so easy) on the 02/06/2009 at 16:02pm. Probably cause I have already learned this lesson. Now it's your turn. | :-|)>

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