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Poetry (all writing is copyrighted!) |
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-UNTITLED-
Each and every ocean has the safety of it shores, My every being is drawn to yours. Just as there is no laughter without tears, I want to be the one to share your fears. Without the towering struggle there can be no gain, I want to be the one that shoulders your pain. As morning changes to afternoon, then to night, I want to be the one to hold you tight. There are synonyms for words, and words that rhyme. It is you, that I want to spend my time. For every cherished secret, there are harmful lies, Everything is trivial when I look in your eyes. Just like every judgement has its ration, I want to be the one that ignites your passion. |
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MISTAKEN LOVE
Mistaken feelings had arisen again, I know in my heart I'll never win. Confusing my mind of what wasn't there, Telling you I loved you wasn't fair. Our feelings for each other were not the same, It was so unfortunate, no one gained. Winners, there were none. But in the end, I had to do what was done. Confessions of emotions were revealed, But friendship for me, is all you could feel. |
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TURNING BACK THE CLOCK
Our love meant so much to me, More than I can say. I can't believe the fool I've been, To let it slip away. It seemed so easy then, Not caring how you felt. But too late have I realized, I should have dealt. If only I could turn back the hands of time, Then to you I would prove That I know now of my mistakes, Thinking of myself and not of you. |
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ONLY ONE WAY My feelings had gone, only sadness was left. Confusion and suffering has led to my death. I knew no answers, so I turned to you. But would you help? No, other things to do. So there I was, alone and afraid. Only one solution, only one way. A personal struggle, my mind at war. Yes, suicide was knocking at my door. |
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A TEAR FROM MY EYE (Response to Only One Way)
A tear from my eye, Running to your unspoken cry. In time the pain may heal, But lonliness is all that I can feel. It's the feeling of guilt, Stemmed from the friendship we had built. If I only I had heard you, Had listened for a moment or two. I could have helped you in some way, Sadly though, it was not meant to work that way.
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MORE TO COME... |
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