We plyed our oars as we sweeped across the surf,
our ships skimming the water with ease,
we seized towns, plundered fishing ports, sacked cities,
we worshipped the great Odin, in his hall in Asgard,
All for what?
We did this, so we might go to Valhalla, the last revelry.

that an ok poem of miee is less pop. than my im feeling lonely talk to me...oh wel ik im not a good poet

I knew you would forget, just as soon as the sun would rise,
But your words, cliché and hollow, came as no surprise.
I asked but one small favor, at both break and close of day,
Just to hear you say hello, but now, hope's bled away.

I woke up with thoughts of you in my head
I guess they never really left my bed
I can feel my heart breaking
But at least i'm feeling something

I can't speak
Because if i do, sand will spill
As my love is countless
But i'm afraid you'll leave it
Lying there, a mess
I wish you'd put it into a bottle
safe and yours alone

Far away
You're so far away
But even so
I still stay
Hoping for our someday

Woke up
Just another day
Everything's the same
Like the way i say your name

~You told me,
You would never laugh again,
If I left.
You told me,
You would always be depressed,
If I left.
You told me,
You loved me.
What a lie!~