I may not be the best writer but I do believe that I got a voice that should be heard. I hope that through the reading of my poems you had an opportunity to hear my voice. It may not be voice that can be heard with our physical ears, but it a voice that we all have deep within our souls, that calls out to the ones you've loved, lost, and cant forget. This voice also calls out to the one's that you'll soon love, if you heard it please comment! |
I bury this love six feet under,
For nobody to see nor plunder...
I cant remember
the last time you cared about anything...
I tremble as i walk through the cemetery of love,
and i stumble upon something which was sent from...
It started with God's beautiful creation in eden,
the place in which man was casted out for treason...
I some times visit the place where I laid my love...
I flashback and remember the playing, tickling...
I some times visit the place where I laid my love...
I flashback and remember the playing, tickling...
It started with God's beautiful creation in eden,
the place in which man was casted out for treason...
I tremble as i walk through the cemetery of love,
and i stumble upon something which was sent from...
I cant remember
the last time you cared about anything...
I bury this love six feet under,
For nobody to see nor plunder...
I dont regret yesterdays because that is what makes me who I am today! |
When you were born you were crying and everybody around you was smiling, live your life so that when you die, your smiling and everybody around you is crying. |
A memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, and the things you dont want to lose. |