They say the sky aint always blue

And I know that this is true

At least it is

Somedays

And the grass is always green

And the same girls are always mean

At least that’s how it is

Somedays.

So smile at the good days

And cherish nature

And keep your head up high.

Because the somedays will go

And leave you dizzy

With the strength that they pass by.

Note: I freakin hate this poem. I think it's terrible. Yuck, can't believe I'm putting it on here, but as before, it was written for my English class again and my teacher found it to be quite intriguing. Theory - too many old, crappy books may lead to brain damage.