Making poems nightly, deep
All I can think of is last night, you just gave me quite a fright,. Moved in close for a kiss, I didn't know it would be like this,. Sensual feelings came my way, up till late, just want to play,.
One thing, after another, I wish she wasn't there mother,. can't be changed now, this is it, this is what happens when you split,.
What does family even mean.
Only god can judge me for what I do, he is my witness to all I choose, During and after, it is life that I talk of, it's one big mystery, it's earth I will walk off, Bring me close to all we have...
Life is just going so well, just don't want to break the spell, It moves so fast from bad to good, we never do just what we should, A hard days work is out the way, now guess what it's time to play,...
It's getting beyond a joke now really. You lost your freedom when you had them. It's called responsibility, you think of them first always, you put there happiness before your own.
How do we know.
All seems lost now No turning back.
Just when things start to look up, something happened and we just get stuck. You make me rage, can't understand, why I have been dealt this hand.
Why when it is late at night, I close my eyes and I see the light. Why when I wake in the morning, it is so dark, is it a warning.
I think it's all becoming too much, have waited too Long to feel your touch. I just need you in my life, I want you to be my wife.
For this poem I have no name,for I only have myself to blame,. Can't see past what we've been through, seems all is gone nothing else to do,.
Life is so hard you will never know, all I try just fails I and my love just grows,. Wake up happy just to find, another day of this, it's killing my mind,.
It is just so hard to see, how I could ever be happy,. You run so far I want you near, I want you whispering in ear. You push me away and I don't know why, I just think your being sly.
I am lost for words to say, how I feel for seeing you today, eyes so pretty, lips so soft, butterflies are there omg.
There in our head day and nite, make of them what you like,. When we sleep Are they not sleeping, no there not we call it dreaming,.
Tired must go to sleep night all.
Bored of life and the way it goes, where it will take us no one knows,. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad and we always knew our mum was mad,. How far shall this poem go, the same as life no one knows,.
Just thought and now I have forgotten. I must remember not to forget what I have thought and write it down!.
New to this and don't really know what's what.
What is life all about you finish off the way you started being looked after and getting your ass wiped. Is it worth it?.