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Heart beats fast. Colors and promises. How to be brave. How can I love when I'm afraid to fall. But watching you stand alone. All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer.
I once held a precious treasure, a fragile beauty in my hands. A prism of reflective pleasure, with gentle radiance it shone. It was formed with compassion, in a furnace fired with love.
Sitting here waiting for my phone to ring Wandering what news that call may bring Feeling sick with nerves and holding back tears I want my mum around for many more years Phone starts to ring in...
Just heard the news, The worst, You passed away Today, Never got to say Goodbye, Thought you'd pull Through, Last I heard you had Improved, Then this afternoon, You died, So suddenly, Cancer can do...
Tainted from birth, the evil often flows, Is there any good inside, or only hatred that grows.
I can't believe I only saw you this morning. It feels like years since you last kissed me. The smell of your perfume engulfs my mind. The feel of your lips as they last touched mine.
All too soon, it seems, we are adults and ready to experience this other kind of love, love of the tingling hot kind. Yes, being in love with a person of the opposite sex.
Second by second, mile by mile, The gap widens between my love and I. The train cuts through the fields. The plane slices through the sky.
Inject it, left side, Above my breast, Breathe it in, Lungs wide, Quite obsessed.
Staring out the window of the aeroplane that carries me home All I see is sky, and a wing black against the rising sun I am traveling home to my love and my country Traveling across timezones, the...
Dear Friend, We were told to write letters today. I don't know what about and I didn't know who to but they told us.
(Intro) Verse one: It's been a while since I've seen you around, And that day you appeared in the crowd. I remember how I fell for you, But now I know, What you see is not what is always true.
Don't you hate endings. Like literally. They cause these unsorted feelings inside that makes you frown and sad and and really annoyed.
I carry on, with all on my shoulders. Why I don't know, I haven't a clue. Die I just might, with the weight of the world. Try as I might, I just can't see it through.
And it is within ourselves that we see What colours we be They change, as with the moon and sun Tonight is dark, I turn and run Tomorrow, Will it be grey. A slightly more appealing day....
Some people say love is bad and you should be careful with it and once your heart is broken, you'll never be the same. I think love is good. Here's a poem that includes both points of view.
(It begins). 'twas on our first walk. Little words I did talk. That she reached for my cold nervous hand. 'twas on that clear day. My heart did inflate. And love I could now understand.
There once was a man named Dale. Who's life was a harrowing tale. More heartbreak and woe. Than you ever did know. Everyday he would cry without fail. His first wife named Colleen.
Like a bird in a cage I try to escape, From emotional torture my biggest mistake, I'm trapped will someone come let me free, I'm flapping like the bird but not so effortlessly, Confined by the...
Life can be annoying. I seem to remember I began an Opuss like that - maybe it was the #OBR. Well, it can be. Things will not always go your way.
Anger, Rage, Shame...Depression all cld some up my past few days. Some moments were so low I contemplated being lifeless.
You often stare down my way As if it is you're trying to say Well maybe it isn't best this way Maybe this is how it's done Maybe this is supposed to be fun Am I the only one.
Only when you're no longer vulnerable; you may then be your confident self. Only when you finished being negative; can you then learn to be truly be positive.
blue, do you know where you stand, alone, in a crowded room. red hair is for her boldness, her "we can do it!" pledge. passive aggressive red hair. rage, and repetitive redness thrown into the air.