a sad story
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“I love you”
“Love of my Life"
“Future Wife"
All lies, all meaningless
I wonder if he ever really meant it
Or was it all a lie
One should never meet ones hero they say
But I saw mine just yesterday.
In a corner booth in a small cafe.
He reached out his hand for a sip of sweet latte'
As I walked by I thought I would have the courage to say.
Do you see me?
Do you feel me?
Can you feel the pain, the ache inside of me?
'Cause I'm alone fearful to hope.
Terrified I'll drown and no one will be home.
So I just wander inside my head,
Vacant eyes to hide the lies
Whispered at the dead of night.
Moanings of forgotten pasts
Revived at the dead of night.
Now are told the drunken thoughts
By sober mouths at night.
Amy amy amy, my Treasured Lioness
As I hold your symphonic voice in my arms
I realize that you had just
self expressed yourself to death now nothing’s left.
My despair,
though entirely cliche....
is losing you.
My best friend,
the one I fought for.
Why can't you see?
Exactly what I've done for you?
My heart rings with this sound...
I wrote you a poem, but you won't get to hear it
because I lost my voice crying while thinking of you.
I wrote you a poem, but you receive it
because you're no longer the one I wrote it to.
Hello is more than a begininng, it's a goodbye.
Hello, from the other side
I must have called a thousand times
Why are you being like this?
Lovely ocean girl
Your tears are falling
forming oceans and lakes
on the gound
You're wild, like storm tossed waves,
beautiful (the way oceans always are)
but most of all
You're sad.
Eyes shine so bright it's hard to resist, but as I look deeper I clench my fist, and wonder who's caused you such pain like this. How could bliss turn to anger so quick, you walk on right by me like im some new stranger.
I am no stranger to solitude.
Him and I, we are old friends,
reacquainted as the day draws to an end
once more.
He doesn't take kindly to other people,
so he only makes his appearance when I am
alone.
The words on your lips
Could make dying men smile;
But my stomach does flips:
Your nature is to beguile.
We talked until the sun
Blazed down on your fair skin;
What kind of inhumane fellow
i do not know:
But bunch of rebel
clothes with guns and armors
with all their faces covers in cloth mask;
except the arbitrariness
of the king of the rebels:
I fought, I defended me.
I am strong event though my enemies
try to weaken me. I am beauty but sometimes I am beast
I been through the fire and now I am walking out with flames,
When will it be over
I ask
As I sit crouched behind my door
with silent tears rushing down my face
When will it be over
I ask
Staring at the blank battered canvas
of my very existence
Why must , in every picture, she look so beautiful?
the car
same car that hit so hard, it smashed into a water hydrant
homeboy's brother's teeth were shattered
light skin frame mangled
body dangled
as he dragged himself out the car
