mo, 7 january 2012
Dreams so sweet and ever so soft
Feels as though anything is possible
Reality shatters the Dream
Says “you have to prove your worth”
The Dream asks for no reward
How promising it seems
Reality yells at me
Says “not good enough”
Dreams tell me to take a break
“Stop trying so hard,
You’ll get there anyway”
The sweet voice like a melody
Reality pushes and pushes
Till my Dreams suddenly feel impossible
“I knew you weren’t worthy”
I’m suddenly determined
My Dreams coax me to rest
Assuring that there’s no need to try
I know better now
I push myself forward
Dreams are goals I wish upon a star for
But Reality helps me get there
mo, 6 january 2012
I'll prove it to you.
One day you'll see..
How happy I am,
When you're with me..
You'll realize it when,
You see it in my eyes;
The way they smile and laugh,
When we make our sparks fly..
I'll pick up every piece I've shattered,
Of your delicate, precious heart.
I'll do whatever it takes to fix it up,
Like it was from the start.
You'll forget my stupid comments,
The ones I never meant.
You'll know I've always loved you.
My heart was not for rent.
I'm waiting for that day,
And I'm hoping it comes soon.
Before I end up leaving far away,
As far as sun and moon.
So at least by then, you'd understand,
How much I really love you.
So we can live our lives after,
With a love as true as blue..
mo, 6 january 2012
The early bird gets the worm
isn’t always true
What if the worm, who could barely squirm
was hiding under a shoe?
What then? the bird
who couldn't have known
about that worm underneath the shoe
wouldn’t have, couldn’t have
gotten the worm
and simply would’ve flew
It would be too late for that bird
And thanks to the worm under the shoe
He would realize
that the early bird gets the worm
isn’t always true
mo, 5 january 2012
There once was a pauper who lived in a garret.
She made many tapestries; was friends with a ferret.
Although she lacked the privations of life,
She longed incessantly to become a wife.
So her friend introduced her to a gamut of men.
She soon fell in love with one named Ben.
She offered her dowry of five million rugs,
but with an offer so scanty, he just gave her a hug.
Years passed, and she grew disconsolate,
From remembering that day that was oh, so unfortunate.
So one night she snuck into his house,
As creepily, as sneakily, as a mouse.
And during that night, many felt a dreadful chill,
After listening to Ben's screams, ever so shrill.
mo, 4 january 2012
Listen here
and listen well
to the story
I yearn to tell
About a girl
Around the age of three
Who rolled down a cliff
And into the sea
The girl grew a tail
and swam with the fishes
Living a fairytale,
she had no wishes
Except to return
to her family, which she
had left all alone
when she rolled to the sea.
This story tells of her journey
From sea to shining sea
Of this girl
Who made it to her family
mo, 4 january 2012
I feel as though a very important part of me has gone...
And nothing
But an empty shell lies where I once lay...
Where has my angel gone...
The angel whose smile has
always made my heart pound....
Where has she, the only piece of happiness in my life,
The only one I’d give my life to...
Where..
Where has she gone..
And why...has she gone silent
mo, 4 january 2012
I’m not that type of girl,
Even if it looks that way.
I understand what you saw.
I’m not sure what to say.
I’m sorry you now have,
this whole new idea of me.
Although I know it isn’t true,
my accidental actions are ones to rue.
This, I know, was a misconception.
Changing your view was not my intention.
I’m not that type of girl, I’m sure,
and yet, a punishment,
is one I’ll have to endure.
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