1990-1992 Poetry
I wrote these poems when I was 14 - 16 years old
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1990-1992 - 1993 - 1994 - 1995 - 1998 - poetry - headstone - one
With eyes that sparkle like diamonds,
A smile that brightens anyone's day,
Loneliness and heartache,
Laughter that fades away...
With a best friend as a skateboard,
The other as a drum,
Trying so hard to make it,
With a lonely single strum...
The world spins around him,
With a family he doesn't know,
He has no idea what's going on,
But still he can't let go...
How can laughter mix with terror?
Disaster is at every end,
No one ever listened,
To the messages he was trying to send...
Nothing takes away the pain,
He fights to be free,
He never wanted to live this hell,
As his own true destiny..
With a good head on his shoulders,
Terror and anger inside,
He doesn't want to live this life,
His smiling face has died...
No one cares about him,
It seems he's just another kid,
If we could only see his pain,
And give him a better life to live.
©Sabrina, 1990
Dedicated to R.J.R.
Just Like the Tears On Your Window Pane
I've seen the light that shines through your window
And the trickle of tears on your window pane
The sun that sends its heavenly glow
Breaks away all the tears and all the pain
The beauty is deep within you
It seems to always sparkle and shine
And like the tears on your window pane
They leave nothing left behind
The smile you always bring
Was left to rot away
And like the tears on your window pane
Remember the sun will still shine today
©Sabrina, 1991
Dedicated to RJR
The sky is blue - the clouds are gray,
The time is gone - it fades away.
The tenderness is long past due,
My heart cries out its love to you.
The games you play - the timeless dance,
You've locked me under your spell less trance.
If you'd open the door - you would see,
How much that your love means to me.
The endless wait - the faded dream,
Lingering in this forbidding stream.
Holding on to something that's not there,
Walking in the deepest despair.
The time had come - the dragged by,
Inside of me - my heart has died.
I let you in - you shoved me out,
All this love - what's it about?
The enchanted tears - the question why,
You're the reason for the tears I cry.
How could loving someone like you,
Keep breaking my heart into two?
The love was gone - but it never began,
Turn away - from denial I ran.
Feelings were lost but not forgot,
Not to win a battle never fought.
The love I had - the love that's here,
Living a life that's lead in fear.
Waiting on a heartbeat and a chance,
To win at this game of romance.
The way to go - the way to turn,
It's just for you my heart does yearn.
A dream that's never to come true,
Waiting for a sign - waiting for you.
©Sabrina, 1992
Dedicated to D.E.A.
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