Follow the shadow I leave in my wake, remember the past and paint your face; my wings shall bear you back to the place where love so pure was destroyed in distaste. One eye in the future and one in the past, here to place sweet revenge in your hands hear my call, and i'll answer your screams, bring you from the dead times, re-igniting your dreams. So let me revive you, bring blood back to your veins. I;ll help you recall all the joy and the pain, my child we'll find your foes and make justice of the law; you shall damn them, yes damn them all; them disappear to love once more
So many lies have been told, so much blood has been shed, to many years wasted on the false hopes and promises, so much pain wasted on unpure love. You come along and change my world, fill my heart with love and longing, breaking down the barriers of my cold heart. It beats with love for you and no one else, I am alone right now but hopefully only till I come home to you, I hope you're still there as you always said you would be. Please let this be love and not lust. I don't want any more lies, or false hopes and promises, no more pain wasted on false love, and no more of my blood shed from a broken heart that aches from being mended over and over again.
(I wrote this when i was in jail, and had no contact with my fiance, it never worked out with us because he had moved and never bothered to contact me again.)
Love, what a strange concept, just a short little word, so simple to say but hard to use. I've had so much pain in my heart, and in my life that most the time I can't tell if love is real or there to cause more strife. Once again it seems to have come my way. I love him and he loves me, will it grow or will it die? Only the future can decide, all in all maybe just maybe it's meant to be.
I got on the train of hate, and you changed it to love, we crossed hearts at a junction, now as one our hearts do funtion
Freedom is a fantasy (freedom is a fantasy) in the minds of broadway (in the minds of broadway) nothing you do or say can take that away (nothing you do or say can take that away):: Stand up for what is right, always speak your mind:: Everything you say is a lie (Everything you say is a lie) ause I stand up for what is right, even if it takes my life (even if it takes my life)
Do you ever feel like you're losing control, do you ever feel you've lost all hope, when the whole world seems to turn its back, when your whole life turns black, tell me now do you ever feel::The tears streeming down your rose colored cheeks, the pain in your heart reaching past its own peek, the loss of all things special to you, tell me now do you ever feel this agony like I do:: When all your hopes seem so far, all your dreams scattered to pieces, torn out from your own world, feeling alone, this is how I feel:: The tears stream down my rose colored cheeks, the pain in my heart growing past its own peek, lost the one thing worth life to me, this is the agony that I feel:: I'm sorry for the things I couldn't do, I'm sorry for not being who you wanted me to, I tried so hard to be that someone, but nothing good ever seemed to come::When all your hopes seem so far, when all your dreams are scattered to pieces, torn out from your own world, feeling alone, this is how I feel::The tears stream down my rose colored cheeks, the pain in my heart has grown past its own peak, lost the one thing worth life to me, this is the agony that I feel.:: Do you ever feel it in your heart, and in your soul, do you feel it everyday like I do?
You're the bright side of love to wich the ocean of chaos beats upon, without you love has no meaning. In the darkest heart of universal darkness you are my memory of light.
I'll get on at the dark castle, you'll get on at the sea we'll crash head long in the tunnel of love, but in the end will it only be me?
Gonna draw a picture, a picture with a twist. I'll draw it with a razor blade, i'll draw it on my wrist; and in this little picture a fountain will appear, and in this crimson fountain all my troubles disappear.
(Most of my poetry comes from my time of great depression; so it won't be to cheerful. Though a few of them are.)
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