Four months gone, but still so vivid
Feels as though I actually lived it
Can’t get it out of my mind
Though God knows I’ve tried
Save my poor soul
anda slip back into my head at any unguarded moment
For anda to come back is all I ever wanted
I long to be seterusnya to you
But that won’t do me no good
Save my poor soul
And now I can’t breathe
Oxygen left along with you
Fear’s coming over me
Because I can’t seem to get through
Hear my silent cries
Help me face the night
tunjuk me how to be strong
And save my poor soul
Decrease my suffering
Give me strength to begin again
Light find my way back home
And save my poor soul
Every morning I think today is a new start
But then I always feel the aching of my own heart
Try to act like I’m alright
But it’s a never-ending fight
Save my poor soul
An no one around me seems to notice at all
That at any telah diberi moment I feel I can fall apart
Wish I could turn back time
But that won’t make it alright
Save my poor soul
And now I can’t breathe
Oxygen left along with you
Fear’s coming over me
Because I can’t seem to get through
Hear my silent cries
Help me face the night
tunjuk me how to be strong
And save my poor soul
Decrease my suffering
Give me strength to begin again
Light my way back home
And save my poor soul
I know how to function without you
And I know how to alih on without you
I know how to live without you
But truth is I don’t want to
And now I can’t breathe
Oxygen left along with you
Fear’s coming over me
Because I can’t seem to get through
Hear my silent cries
Help me face the night
tunjuk me how to be strong
And save my poor soul
Decrease my suffering
Give me strength to begin again
Light my way back home
And save my poor soul
Feels as though I actually lived it
Can’t get it out of my mind
Though God knows I’ve tried
Save my poor soul
anda slip back into my head at any unguarded moment
For anda to come back is all I ever wanted
I long to be seterusnya to you
But that won’t do me no good
Save my poor soul
And now I can’t breathe
Oxygen left along with you
Fear’s coming over me
Because I can’t seem to get through
Hear my silent cries
Help me face the night
tunjuk me how to be strong
And save my poor soul
Decrease my suffering
Give me strength to begin again
Light find my way back home
And save my poor soul
Every morning I think today is a new start
But then I always feel the aching of my own heart
Try to act like I’m alright
But it’s a never-ending fight
Save my poor soul
An no one around me seems to notice at all
That at any telah diberi moment I feel I can fall apart
Wish I could turn back time
But that won’t make it alright
Save my poor soul
And now I can’t breathe
Oxygen left along with you
Fear’s coming over me
Because I can’t seem to get through
Hear my silent cries
Help me face the night
tunjuk me how to be strong
And save my poor soul
Decrease my suffering
Give me strength to begin again
Light my way back home
And save my poor soul
I know how to function without you
And I know how to alih on without you
I know how to live without you
But truth is I don’t want to
And now I can’t breathe
Oxygen left along with you
Fear’s coming over me
Because I can’t seem to get through
Hear my silent cries
Help me face the night
tunjuk me how to be strong
And save my poor soul
Decrease my suffering
Give me strength to begin again
Light my way back home
And save my poor soul
I wrote this poem, its not very gd, but i wanted some criticism, so i figured...well, here goes
Skeletal Kiss
Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.
Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired sejak sightless eye.
Words tainted, sejak the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.
Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.
Cinta comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.
Ok, be honest, What do anda guys think?
Skeletal Kiss
Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.
Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired sejak sightless eye.
Words tainted, sejak the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.
Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.
Cinta comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.
Ok, be honest, What do anda guys think?
Hi everyone this is a poem I wrote the other day, I think it's supposed to have some hidden meaning, like, anda know, money can't buy happiness and if anda try to buy it your being ripped off... atau something... To be honest I don't really remember what I was thinking when I wrote it. Anyways, what do anda think?
A Bag Of Happiness
I skip on down to the market,
With my pocket full of of magic beans,
I hand them to the vendor,
“A bag of happiness, please.”
He passes me over a drawstring bag,
Made of velvet, inky black,
I thank him with a friendly smile,
He smiles eerily back.
I hurry utama and pull the string,
Glad nobody was near,
But my face fell as I looked inside,
The little bag was bare.
A Bag Of Happiness
I skip on down to the market,
With my pocket full of of magic beans,
I hand them to the vendor,
“A bag of happiness, please.”
He passes me over a drawstring bag,
Made of velvet, inky black,
I thank him with a friendly smile,
He smiles eerily back.
I hurry utama and pull the string,
Glad nobody was near,
But my face fell as I looked inside,
The little bag was bare.
A little motavational poem I found link. Enjoy. ;P
At age 4, success is...not peeing in your pants.
___At age 12, success is...having friends.
____At age 16, success is...having a driver's license.
_______At age 20, success is...having sex.
________At age 35, success is...having money.
________At age 50, success is...having money.
_______At age 60, success is...having sex.
_____At age 70, success is...having a driver's license.
___At age 75, success is...having friends.
At age 90, success is...not peeing in your pants.
At age 4, success is...not peeing in your pants.
___At age 12, success is...having friends.
____At age 16, success is...having a driver's license.
_______At age 20, success is...having sex.
________At age 35, success is...having money.
________At age 50, success is...having money.
_______At age 60, success is...having sex.
_____At age 70, success is...having a driver's license.
___At age 75, success is...having friends.
At age 90, success is...not peeing in your pants.