mo, 18 stycznia 2012
Sweet smiles and
gentle laughs
joking around
if only it had last
But now today
We just walk away
like utter strangers
with a familiar face
I sit there waiting through
rain and shine
in the hopes that one day
you will be mine
mo, 18 stycznia 2012
I’ve hidden the key well
It’s waiting for an owner
I would never tell
Or else the game would be over
I’ll wait and watch silently
For someone to try to find it
This someone would be very worthy
This someone would never quit
And once this someone has found the key
I’ll only need to say
“My heart is locked. Unlock me, please.”
It’ll be better this way.
mo, 15 stycznia 2012
When I came home that day,
I saw you with that razor—
right next to Mom’s neck.
Her tears were falling
as anger coursed through my body,
forcing me to do what I regret.
I tackled you to the floor,
ignoring Mom’s calls.
I blindly threw the punches—
hoping you’d do more than just fall.
Then I heard her voice
echo through my head.
“It’s all right, son!
Calm down! ” she begged.
I staggered off of you.
I couldn’t believe what I’d done.
I ran to my room
and my destruction had begun.
mo, 15 stycznia 2012
So close, yet so far apart
Lay our needy, wanting hearts.
Trapped with chains, and locks of steel,
Escape seems too far from real
But, I swear to you one day.
I'll definitely find a way.
To escape our captors,
One of our most challenging factors,
And these chains will break
Will rust and break
mo, 15 stycznia 2012
If the crystal liquid
of mystery was real,
how many people
would we be able to heal?
Cancer wouldn’t be a problem,
and not many would die.
This magical potion,
would stop any cry.
But, then this would bring problems.
We all can’t live forever.
There wouldn’t be enough space.
The water of health isn’t a treasure.
mo, 13 stycznia 2012
See the world,
as i see it:
A dark, hopeless,
bottomless pit.
See my life,
as well as i know it as:
furious, dramatic,
going too fast.
See me,
through my eyes:
how ugly I am
how I’m fat from rice
how I have no purpose
How I can’t sing a song
how I’m unlovable
how you're completely wrong
mo, 13 stycznia 2012
The glass shatters and with a clatter,
breaks as if the earth is shaking.
My body’s sweating,
and I’m not pretending,
when I tell you I’m not faking.
But, there it was: a giant bird-
black, to say the least.
And, in its talons,
was my mother frightened.
My heart could barely beat.
The bird flew off into the sky-
a sky heavy with dark clouds.
I suddenly awoke,
thanks to the thunder.
Thinking about the nightmare,
that caused me to wonder.
mo, 13 stycznia 2012
Princess, princess up in the tower,
Would you look down on me?
Because down here, i hold a flower,
That I picked from overseas
And in each petal holds my love,
Which is forever yours.
Greater than the stars above,
More gentle than the singing dwarves.
Each one softer than a butterfly's kiss,
And a so sweet; eternal bliss.
Look down on me, princess, my love.
My dream come true, the angel above.
Come down from your tower,
And let us meet.
I can’t wait to see your beauty up close,
From your head to your feet.
And once you’re down, let me hold you tight,
To cherish the moment that feels so right.
And from now on, together we’ll stay
Together forever, for the rest of our days.
mo, 7 stycznia 2012
Wherever I go,
you follow
If not today,
then tomorrow
No time to myself
I can hardly breathe
No air at all
A silent plea
I may be smiling
As bright as a sunray
But inside I’m crying
“Please go away”
mo, 7 stycznia 2012
He's standing there
playing with my hair
Laughing and smiling
Life seems fair
'I'll never choose another'
He whispers, handing me flowers
He leans in for a kiss
I'm weak for his power
But I never got those flowers
Or the kiss I would've missed
I was just stuck in a daydream
that caused me to wish...
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