Well, I guess it\'s here I\'m supose to write about myself? ...there\'s not much to say. less to write.. I guess music comprises the most of me. The most of my poems ends like a song ...well, my poems aren\'t very much to brag about but I write anyway. I don't write for you, but if you get something good from it, that's just fine for me. but why I really write is because I want to express my feelings and finally maybe let go of some of them. |
As I watch your back as you leave,
I am loosing the grip on what I believe...
I remember those times you used to care,
And your eyes were only for me...
I'm sitting here on the bus. Alone in a seat next...
People are talking and children screaming and...
Look into my eyes, and you'll see this new...
Listen at my voice and you'll hear my souls...
I'm asking, explaining, talking and talking to...
Whispering secrets to your sealed ears and yelling...
I'm standing in the middle of nowhere,
and if I close my eyes, maybe I can see your soul...
I remember this summer; I never dare to hold your...
because weâ??re that kind of persons...
My life, as empty as the echo in my heart, as sad...
With hurted and begging eyes I face the world...
I rather tell you how I feel,
Than look at your face in a picture frame...
Iâ??m painting dreams in the air,
And drawing pictures of my mind...
Sometimes to realize you were well, someone must come along and hurt you. |
Why is that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands? |
*Category: live your life* |