Xaious, Master of Time Posted February 25, 2007 Report Share Posted February 25, 2007 (edited) But I Think It's Blood How could I express to you, my dearest dear who just won't hear, For I can't speak or think but to shed a tear. For in my heart I feel this true, In my heart I see always you. Raining pouring tears and failure, I weep I cannot have. Always raining dreary and leery of asking you, And when this raining stops, no arch of color. My dearest deary how can I make you see? How can I for you to be, for you me and the inverse too. How can I say that I love you? To weep and weep days and their ends, to dream in day and night. Dreaming of you, wishing too. Why cannot we see this be. Simple desire you know in me, But why can't it be in you? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------(El Commentos c'est muy bueno!)----------------- -----------------(Yes, finally I make for me an official poetry topic!.... Edited February 25, 2007 by Xaious, Master of Time Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xaious, Master of Time Posted February 25, 2007 Author Report Share Posted February 25, 2007 205 Lashbrooke Once was with the lush green grass and some dirt what showed through. Once the home of most that I knew. Once the house where I did live. In the days I was a kid. There was that tree we climbed all day. Until the time we moved away. It was the place of my childhood. Remembered days that all were good. Tonight I went back to this place. Foolish me, I streaked my face. With that which doth disgust me. And yet I had to see. And then, I had to weep. For like those days of mirth galore, That tree's life, ancient lore. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xaious, Master of Time Posted February 27, 2007 Author Report Share Posted February 27, 2007 But wait, what's this, I sense there's something more. How now, and this? Oh you I do adore. My dear, my dear, will you not see more? Oh my, why cry, with tears can see no more! Your face and wondrous beauty be, that with those tears I cannot see. All of you my dear I see! But what that true, is in my dreams. Will ever then in real life be? What I have so longed to see? With who I do so long to be? Oh my words do comfort me. ----------------------------------------------- ---(Comments? Suggestions? Rar!) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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