when Amore dies

Amore is the cause of innocent cries,
As when Amore dies,
Amore becomes a lie,

The death of their love,
They mourn,
As their hearts are torn,

Broken hearts drift apart,
As they reminisce on the past,
Of the Amore they hoped would last,

Tears rot into the ground,
As they mourn what they had found;
A Amore that made them feel sound,

Their only hope if for their Amore to unfold,
As without eachother their hearts are cold,
Their only comfort; someone to hold,

Their hopes crushed,
for eachother they no longer lust,
As in eachother they no longer trust,

A thought keeping them awake;
For eachother, should they wait?
o is it already too late?

Can they ever find another,
o were they made for eachother?
Can they withstand not being together?

[ Because]
When Amore dies,
Everything turns to lies,
Because when Amore dies,
We fall apart inside


x

Silent shadows in the dead of night.
Ghostly girls whisper "everything's alright."
Dark and lonely in the spazio provided,
Gets the little boys exited.
The screech of the staircase as each boy took a step, Awaken the parents of the girls whom are kept.
The boys have shivers down there spine,
Seems like the girls lied when they detto everything was fine.
The boys run fast away, sadly only one shall stay.
The whistle blew and time came few, so who shall it be? Sadly the boys wished the ghostly girls they couldn't see.
Down through the halls they giggled with glee, for they had a new toy that was as precious as me.

Celluoid ghost from Hollywood's past
Forever haunt me on my Televisione screen
Trapped on video to act out their roles
For all eternity

Judy Garland is in Oz
While Errol Flynn is in Sherwood Forest

The Marx Brothers spend a night at the opera
And a giorno at the races

Humphrey Bogart fights crime
While James Cagney leads a life of crime

I beleive The Kinks were right
when they said
Celluoid Heroes never die
Because they are here with us forever
On our televison screens

Note: This poem was inspired da the song
"Celluoid Heroes" da The Kinks

i open my eyes
invisible
a loner in a dark abyss
surrounded da endless oxygen
my only friend.

during giorno im average
alone im nothing but my own enemy.

Everyone thinks im so funny
never serious
use to be alone. shy

dont like this feeling.
empty completely
no emotions consume me.
just the dark shell surrounding me.

i want to break through it
but it hardens as i make the gesture
my mind is blank
never thought id be perfect
never thought id be in a dark abyss.

i want to find a friend that wont decieve me
all i want is a best friend. . .

Drip Drop, Drip Drop,
I can hear his tears Hitting the Floor,
A Amore that was once strong,
Has Fallen apart,Has been Ripped apart from its Core,
I knew this relationship wouldn't last long,
But for a moment, i thought that i still had Amore for him in store,
but i was wrong,Maybe im just somewhat of a hoare
i picked up his heart,and tore,
now hes suffering, he feels so torn,
now i dont know what to do,
is it time for us to go

Ive torn someone in two and dont know what to do

Would te know what to do,
would te know what to say,
would te know how hed feel,
would te see how hes sad,
would te understand his pain,
and let the tears rain,
does what te do fix things
o make them worse,
for the better o for the worst,
this Amore must have been cursed