Dear Mom, this is a poem for you. Hope wherever te are, your with your dad and te can finally have the birthday you've always wanted, I Amore you, we all miss you.
Your silly cutesy smile,
Your crazy actions that te did were oh so wild!
I miss you,
every time I think of you, all the memories that I have with you...
I reach for a tissue.
I don't care if this sounds really sappy,
all I care about is if this made te happy.
I Amore you, I miss te especially that damned
smile,
that damned crazy smile will be here even if te haven't been here yourself for a while.
Happy birthday,
oh how I wish I could've been there with te when te needed me... then maybe you'd be here with all of us today,
today on your 43rd birthday.
Your silly cutesy smile,
Your crazy actions that te did were oh so wild!
I miss you,
every time I think of you, all the memories that I have with you...
I reach for a tissue.
I don't care if this sounds really sappy,
all I care about is if this made te happy.
I Amore you, I miss te especially that damned
smile,
that damned crazy smile will be here even if te haven't been here yourself for a while.
Happy birthday,
oh how I wish I could've been there with te when te needed me... then maybe you'd be here with all of us today,
today on your 43rd birthday.
The carousel of lies, In which we all ride.
Prohibiting us from Amore so abide.
te cannot see clearly, take a closer look.
At the words in my sad, endless book.
One lie after another, It comes so easy.
Unfortunately the outcome may not be so pleasing.
The truth hurts, heals and stores.
The lies which we have made before.
Lies of love, lies of hate.
Maybe soon we will be set straight.
caramelle coating lies to foca, guarnizione the truth.
o painful lies to stain our suits
The mask we are behind is ought to break,
As well the carousel of lies we rode yesterday.
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-OfmiceandDes
Prohibiting us from Amore so abide.
te cannot see clearly, take a closer look.
At the words in my sad, endless book.
One lie after another, It comes so easy.
Unfortunately the outcome may not be so pleasing.
The truth hurts, heals and stores.
The lies which we have made before.
Lies of love, lies of hate.
Maybe soon we will be set straight.
caramelle coating lies to foca, guarnizione the truth.
o painful lies to stain our suits
The mask we are behind is ought to break,
As well the carousel of lies we rode yesterday.
Yeah so um if anyone wants to request a poem topic then go ahead. commento ? Thanks (:
-OfmiceandDes
But I’m afraid to love.
My cuore is like the fragile wings
Of a tiny little dove.
I'm scared to get too close.
I feel that I can't win.
You'll Amore me for a little while
Then you'll set me free again.
I've lived so long on hopes and dreams
I don't know what to do.
I don't think I can trust my heart,
For it belongs to you.
I know you'll only hurt me
Yet, I still keep running back.
Between the paths of our hearts
There's a worn and beaten track.
You've got my cuore held on a string.
It’s breaking right in two.
Enough belongs to me -to hurt-
The rest belongs to you.
I know that somewhere in your heart
There is a place for me.
I just don't know how to find it
And there's no way to make te see.
I can only hope that someday
You'll wake up and you'll find,
That while my cuore belongs to yours,
Yours, too, belongs to mine.
" This poem is opposite to my mood as I am very happy in my life but I write this poem for the one who are not happy"
This world doesn't seem of mine
and I don't belong to this
I feel the darkness in the place
the place which seems bright to them
These people are not mine
but other recognized me with their names
I am feeling miserable,horrible,terrible here
But they are feeling magical,beautiful,peaceful here
I don't resemble to them in any way
I don't belong to them in any way
Here I am living the life that I never wanted to live
here they are living a life , filling their desires things.
This world doesn't seem of mine
and I don't belong to this
This world doesn't seem of mine
and I don't belong to this
I feel the darkness in the place
the place which seems bright to them
These people are not mine
but other recognized me with their names
I am feeling miserable,horrible,terrible here
But they are feeling magical,beautiful,peaceful here
I don't resemble to them in any way
I don't belong to them in any way
Here I am living the life that I never wanted to live
here they are living a life , filling their desires things.
This world doesn't seem of mine
and I don't belong to this
Sad Amore Poems
Sad Amore poems are always one of the best elements of sadness. Nothing describes a broken cuore better than sad Amore poems. The poet’s poetic way Scrivere may always find a rhythm with your inner feelings. And better yet if te are poet o at least feeling like one, why don’t te pick up your pen, in this case your keyboard and write your sad Amore poem. Your poem will help many others in times to come.
I'm so obsesses with poems so I wanted to make one too
I handed te my heart
when I handed it to te I
told te "be careful its
very fragile".
te held my cuore in your hands.
When I turned to go I hear
a shattering sound.
I felt a sharp pain go through me.
That instant I knew te had
dropped my heart.
I turned to see te on your knees
trying to pick up every piece.
I told te "forget it its my heart
.....
da Geoo (me)
Sad Amore poems are always one of the best elements of sadness. Nothing describes a broken cuore better than sad Amore poems. The poet’s poetic way Scrivere may always find a rhythm with your inner feelings. And better yet if te are poet o at least feeling like one, why don’t te pick up your pen, in this case your keyboard and write your sad Amore poem. Your poem will help many others in times to come.
I'm so obsesses with poems so I wanted to make one too
I handed te my heart
when I handed it to te I
told te "be careful its
very fragile".
te held my cuore in your hands.
When I turned to go I hear
a shattering sound.
I felt a sharp pain go through me.
That instant I knew te had
dropped my heart.
I turned to see te on your knees
trying to pick up every piece.
I told te "forget it its my heart
.....
da Geoo (me)