Post by giggles on Aug 6, 2006 16:46:03 GMT -5
With a name so great comes poems so great, let my second alias come to notice as the Dark Hearted Romeo only has two loves. A poem of one of his.
Tears,
Tears come to my face, from long droughted wells. How long has one waited to cry one last time before the end of his time? I would wait for a thousand years. To feel the sweet caress of my final tears. For are tears not the blood of love? If they are then I bleed for one.
Tears come so hard in a world like glass. My one true love that I hope can last. I scream a voice of thousands years past. The one I've died and been reborn for. For who can separate us? Are even the gods strong enough!? I can only hope they are not. As fate has distanced us. Is life a game? Playing our destinys out like a child plays with his toys? Indeed life is a game, our souls falling like the sands in an hourglass.
I love her but does she love me? I have been the one too set her free. But am I merely a pawn meant for what has already transpired? How may I know? How may we know at all?
A poem of myself and one other, none know her but she knows who she is. May she understand this. And may you all enjoy this.
Crow - 2006.
A non rythymed poem. Actually something I dremapt of. I do not think it is good but...Whatever.
Tears,
Tears come to my face, from long droughted wells. How long has one waited to cry one last time before the end of his time? I would wait for a thousand years. To feel the sweet caress of my final tears. For are tears not the blood of love? If they are then I bleed for one.
Tears come so hard in a world like glass. My one true love that I hope can last. I scream a voice of thousands years past. The one I've died and been reborn for. For who can separate us? Are even the gods strong enough!? I can only hope they are not. As fate has distanced us. Is life a game? Playing our destinys out like a child plays with his toys? Indeed life is a game, our souls falling like the sands in an hourglass.
I love her but does she love me? I have been the one too set her free. But am I merely a pawn meant for what has already transpired? How may I know? How may we know at all?
A poem of myself and one other, none know her but she knows who she is. May she understand this. And may you all enjoy this.
Crow - 2006.
A non rythymed poem. Actually something I dremapt of. I do not think it is good but...Whatever.