Last Love
Your cuore is breaking,
waiting for a rose to bloom again,
hoping your cuore wounds will heal,
Not knowing that it can't.
te cry out in pain but no one can hear you.
About poem: I wrote this poem Saturday night(AKA yesterday) Its about someone who was being abused da their girl/boyfriend then she/he dumps them and their alone on the strada, via and no one will hear cause their minds are full of hate and ignorance, they ignore the hurt person and let them scream out in pain.
(If this poem disturbs u plz message me and I'll cancella it o put............well i don't know)
Your cuore is breaking,
waiting for a rose to bloom again,
hoping your cuore wounds will heal,
Not knowing that it can't.
te cry out in pain but no one can hear you.
About poem: I wrote this poem Saturday night(AKA yesterday) Its about someone who was being abused da their girl/boyfriend then she/he dumps them and their alone on the strada, via and no one will hear cause their minds are full of hate and ignorance, they ignore the hurt person and let them scream out in pain.
(If this poem disturbs u plz message me and I'll cancella it o put............well i don't know)
Pain Of Secrets
giorno da day, your corrage
fades and the mask falls
off your face.
People start to notice
and ask if your ok,
the più they ask
the più te sulk
your heading for a cliff.
Your hurting yourself,
your such a disgrace
and te should never
have excist.
te collapes at school
from all the pressure,
people say its from all
the leasure.
Tear drop hits the floor.
te stand at a bridge
and look at the road
below.
Walking forward,
someone tries to stop
you,
te turn around and
there stands the
man of your dreams.
He brings te close
and hugs te saying
its going to be okay.
giorno da day, your corrage
fades and the mask falls
off your face.
People start to notice
and ask if your ok,
the più they ask
the più te sulk
your heading for a cliff.
Your hurting yourself,
your such a disgrace
and te should never
have excist.
te collapes at school
from all the pressure,
people say its from all
the leasure.
Tear drop hits the floor.
te stand at a bridge
and look at the road
below.
Walking forward,
someone tries to stop
you,
te turn around and
there stands the
man of your dreams.
He brings te close
and hugs te saying
its going to be okay.
King Of Evil
Blood trickles, rain pours
lightning strikes at your door.
fuoco burns, children scream,
even più pain as it seems.
Sun hides, darkness shows,
as the king evil grows.
His army growing stronger and stronger
and your living a life of danger.
They patrol the street
looking for something
to eat.
If they smell you,
you'd better run.
About this poem: This poem is about people living in fear and a bad magician who calls himself king and tries to feed his orso army (sounds alot like narnia)
:P
:)
:D
XO
:O
Blood trickles, rain pours
lightning strikes at your door.
fuoco burns, children scream,
even più pain as it seems.
Sun hides, darkness shows,
as the king evil grows.
His army growing stronger and stronger
and your living a life of danger.
They patrol the street
looking for something
to eat.
If they smell you,
you'd better run.
About this poem: This poem is about people living in fear and a bad magician who calls himself king and tries to feed his orso army (sounds alot like narnia)
:P
:)
:D
XO
:O
