|· Rules and Guidlines · Portal||Help Search Members Calendar|
|Welcome Guest ( Log In | Register )||Resend Validation Email|
|Welcome to The Arts Unlimited. We hope you enjoy your visit.|
You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free.
Join our community!
If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:
Posted: Apr 4 2004, 01:13 PM
Member No.: 4
Joined: 7-February 04
This was my first poem, so bear with it
You're my best friend,
That's what you said,
Well I guess that best friends,
Don't stab you in the end,
That's what you did,
With just a loud din,
You left me in the din,
I was so depressed,
But now I'm at my best,
Because what you did,
Left me stronger in the end.
Then Frodo kissed Merry and Pippin, and last of all Sam, and went abroad; and slowly the ship slipped away down the long gray firth; and the light of the glass of Galadriel that Frodo bore glimmered and was lost.
Lord of The Rings, 'The Return of The King'