Ok, not a society, just my poem, but I thought the title was fitting =p
What's been has gone,
what's done is done
The life I had is finished
My hopes my dreams
my soul, it seems
So cold and so diminished
The futures gone
the past is wrong
The love I felt has left me
Lies on the floor
it beats no more
the heart you stole so deftly.
Cannot restore the life I knew
cannot forgive, nor forget you
What is this dying soul to do?
Now that things have come to end
why must all things end?
Life is full of changes
most of them are bad
Theres no comparing what I'll get
with everything I had
Yes theres more fish in the ocean
but I'm done fishing now
They say time will heal all wounds
but I cannot see how
The next ones just around the corner...
the next ones not for me
When a door is closed a windows opened
through which I cannot see
Life is like a box of chocolates
and all mine have been eaten
Get back on that horse they say
that horse, it has me beaten
And better to have loved and lost
then never loved at all?
To climb the tallest mountain
and fall the greatest fall?
That is the biggest lie of all
Theres no end with no beginning
no loss when theres no winning
no death without the living
Ah death, it does seem fitting -now
for as I sing I'm thinking -how
to end it
I also have a happy poem I wrote a while ago I could share if I could be bothered finding it
What's been has gone,
what's done is done
The life I had is finished
My hopes my dreams
my soul, it seems
So cold and so diminished
The futures gone
the past is wrong
The love I felt has left me
Lies on the floor
it beats no more
the heart you stole so deftly.
Cannot restore the life I knew
cannot forgive, nor forget you
What is this dying soul to do?
Now that things have come to end
why must all things end?
Life is full of changes
most of them are bad
Theres no comparing what I'll get
with everything I had
Yes theres more fish in the ocean
but I'm done fishing now
They say time will heal all wounds
but I cannot see how
The next ones just around the corner...
the next ones not for me
When a door is closed a windows opened
through which I cannot see
Life is like a box of chocolates
and all mine have been eaten
Get back on that horse they say
that horse, it has me beaten
And better to have loved and lost
then never loved at all?
To climb the tallest mountain
and fall the greatest fall?
That is the biggest lie of all
Theres no end with no beginning
no loss when theres no winning
no death without the living
Ah death, it does seem fitting -now
for as I sing I'm thinking -how
to end it
I also have a happy poem I wrote a while ago I could share if I could be bothered finding it
You can't judge a book by it's file size