I want più than words can describe
I’ve been deprived, can te believe it?
My whole world has been falling apart
And it keeps falling apart all around me
This is how te picked me
And got me high
I’m drinking all from the tears te cry
I’m breathing on every breath te sigh
I don’t wish to know my ending
I just wanna know when I’d begun
Wanna know when I’ll be gone
Wanna know where it has all started from
Feel like I am spinning
It feels so much like I’m spinning
Spinning, spinning and spinning around
Feeling like I am spinning
Around the summer and the fall
And then the winter comes
And another storm falls apart upon me
Are te going to pick me up and take me high?
Please take me back up and take me high
And keep me high, high, so high
And te drank all the tears I cried
te breathed all the breaths that I sighed
And you're spinning, spinning all around me
Please let me breathe te and pick te up
Let me fly high, only a one-time fly
As your loving confidante
Easy does it, handle me with care
I don’t wanna fall in pieces
I’ll keep my eyes open
As if Amore could come and awake me
As if all of this was meaningless, so meaningless
That’s the way it had to be
Another little mystery of me
And I will always feel that way
And even if changes would come
Will te remember my name?
This poem has been written in my own style. I prefer free style poesia so this poem does not rhyme.
Enjoy~
Sitting a pearl white tub filled with warm clear water.
Sanctuary.
I set a slightly rusty blade gently on the center of my wrist.
The cool blade on my warm skin feels good.
Pressing harder, drawing crimson blood.
I slide the blade across my skin.
Sharp pain shoots through me.
Moaning in pain, I continue.
Blood starts dripping into the water.
rosa swirls in the water.
I let my bloody wrist soak in the water.
It stings, but feels good.
The blade goes into my other hand and do the same to my right wrist.
Sanctuary.
I let all my pain from lies ooze out of me and into the already rosa water.
Tears run down my cheeks.
I feel sick and my eye lids droop.
I feel better now.
My head rolls to the side as I go unconsicious
Sanctuary.
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Enjoy~
Sitting a pearl white tub filled with warm clear water.
Sanctuary.
I set a slightly rusty blade gently on the center of my wrist.
The cool blade on my warm skin feels good.
Pressing harder, drawing crimson blood.
I slide the blade across my skin.
Sharp pain shoots through me.
Moaning in pain, I continue.
Blood starts dripping into the water.
rosa swirls in the water.
I let my bloody wrist soak in the water.
It stings, but feels good.
The blade goes into my other hand and do the same to my right wrist.
Sanctuary.
I let all my pain from lies ooze out of me and into the already rosa water.
Tears run down my cheeks.
I feel sick and my eye lids droop.
I feel better now.
My head rolls to the side as I go unconsicious
Sanctuary.
~
looking up into the clear blue sky
i lay in the wet erba wondering why
why is there always someone that's broken hearted
and why are people always breaking them
the pain is always deep
i wonder why the world is the way it is
why do people feel the need to start war
and why do innocent people have to suffer
the acts of those choice others
things are never great but we survive
and i wonder why no one has broken down
and now i wonder how
how do we get up and dust things off
then keep moving without on sign
that something has changed
so then i wonder
how would we thrive if these things
didnt happen and it was all the same
the war and the hurt
never moving forward
never knowing the repercussion of choices
for without knowing fthe poison of something
we can not sposta on the find the cure
i lay in the wet erba wondering why
why is there always someone that's broken hearted
and why are people always breaking them
the pain is always deep
i wonder why the world is the way it is
why do people feel the need to start war
and why do innocent people have to suffer
the acts of those choice others
things are never great but we survive
and i wonder why no one has broken down
and now i wonder how
how do we get up and dust things off
then keep moving without on sign
that something has changed
so then i wonder
how would we thrive if these things
didnt happen and it was all the same
the war and the hurt
never moving forward
never knowing the repercussion of choices
for without knowing fthe poison of something
we can not sposta on the find the cure
Even if all the news channels got ruined
da how much I hate TV
Even if smiles went out of style
And all the sunsets were extinguished
Even if doctrines and duties were covered up
Even if action Film stopped
Even if pleasures in life were destroyed
And even if one final poem was written today
Just as long as te stay with me
And the feeling of your embrace remains
As well as the baciare te reinvent each day
And as long as your essence, your melancholy
Remains here in this place forever
After the sunset
Because I do...
I do depend on you
And if te were to stay with me
So would life itself
da how much I hate TV
Even if smiles went out of style
And all the sunsets were extinguished
Even if doctrines and duties were covered up
Even if action Film stopped
Even if pleasures in life were destroyed
And even if one final poem was written today
Just as long as te stay with me
And the feeling of your embrace remains
As well as the baciare te reinvent each day
And as long as your essence, your melancholy
Remains here in this place forever
After the sunset
Because I do...
I do depend on you
And if te were to stay with me
So would life itself
(alright so this is crap but just go with it. i def wrote it in like 7th grade so... -.-
a little poem desperate attempt to ryme but it gets the point) i want some one to Amore and them Amore me in return. i want to know wat its like for my body to truely yern. i want some one to want me, i want one on to flaunt me like some great prize. not hide me like some week old frys. i dont want to be alone, im young and scared of being hurt. but thats only cuz i have watched others be burnt. go down in flames of pain, all just becuz some boy thought Amore was just a silly game ............ i want to Amore and be loved in return but i keturah kingsland REFUSE to be burned...........
a little poem desperate attempt to ryme but it gets the point) i want some one to Amore and them Amore me in return. i want to know wat its like for my body to truely yern. i want some one to want me, i want one on to flaunt me like some great prize. not hide me like some week old frys. i dont want to be alone, im young and scared of being hurt. but thats only cuz i have watched others be burnt. go down in flames of pain, all just becuz some boy thought Amore was just a silly game ............ i want to Amore and be loved in return but i keturah kingsland REFUSE to be burned...........
This poem is written da me
My eyes are heavy
Can't hold load of tears
Plants look so blank
And autumn winds can be hear.
The fiori will no più bloom
I'll keep myself locked in room
They just Amore theirselves
Knows my story each book of my shelf.
Why every time spring ends,autumn starts
I wish I could buy happiness from some marts
Smell the same those fiori beside the stream that flow
I wonder how every time they grow .
These hard winds of sorrows make me shatter
Every time fiori and petals scatter
But I know I'll find the plants the same
I'll make them mostra the me and my fame.
I know someday the fiori will bloom again
It's a cerchio attached da a chain
Someday the spring will come back at my door
I will then say my worries are no more.
Autumn leaves scar but spring recovers each flower
Leaves will sure be green,flowers will bloom
Hopes will find their ways
Spring will come again someday.....
My eyes are heavy
Can't hold load of tears
Plants look so blank
And autumn winds can be hear.
The fiori will no più bloom
I'll keep myself locked in room
They just Amore theirselves
Knows my story each book of my shelf.
Why every time spring ends,autumn starts
I wish I could buy happiness from some marts
Smell the same those fiori beside the stream that flow
I wonder how every time they grow .
These hard winds of sorrows make me shatter
Every time fiori and petals scatter
But I know I'll find the plants the same
I'll make them mostra the me and my fame.
I know someday the fiori will bloom again
It's a cerchio attached da a chain
Someday the spring will come back at my door
I will then say my worries are no more.
Autumn leaves scar but spring recovers each flower
Leaves will sure be green,flowers will bloom
Hopes will find their ways
Spring will come again someday.....
