Days go by, we're left in dust. Wish we could fly, but it's such a bust. Rain pours down, and we feel alone. Clouds cover the sky, life's such a drone. In the blink of an eye it will be morrow. And when it comes it will bring much sorrow. Cause when it comes you'll be gone, to let sorrow set in. Days go by, and I'll be alone. I'll miss you, so remember to phone. It's an emo poem, i wrote it in math class (that could explain why it's emo)- enjoy! And i know: morrow and sorrow are WAY overused rhymes but c'mon it's easy and usable! plus i had some writer's block in math class... after all it's math, serious lack of creative thinking involved! | 
As you can tell I'm happy about that. 