 Graveside RoseMy poems, some arnt good and I need help with them.Butterfly wings of morning Sweetest smile of promise Love me? You might. The longest fall for the smallest Maple leaf. The longest time you've brought me grief. Love me? Love my maple leaf? The highest sky for the lowest child. The lowest ground for the Highest Bird. Love me? Would you say that word? The deepest hole holds a secret. The shallowest opening brings new joy. Love me? You used me like a Childs toy. The brightest time, the sun is high The Darkest time nothings there Love me? All you did was lie. The shortest time a babies young The shortest time a Childs there Love me? Do you care? The coolest breeze from a nothing tree. The Hottest glare from suns true stare. Love me? Love my Maple leaf? Owls cry of night. Promise of guarding. Love me? You might. Those looks I give you Those touches you take I've always loved you Yet you always Mistake Those deep brown eyes Hold so much faith Those deep brown eyes Are more then I can take. I will miss you when you're gone I will miss you when you down. Your pretty hair is now torn Your lips will no longer make sound Your body lies sprawled beneath me A knife within my hand Now look what you did, why couldn't you see me? Now you'll be taken to the Promised Land. Your deep brown eyes begged as I took your life But you never noticed me so I can't sympathise Love is fickle and Hate is love. I will no longer see your face While this knifes above. I will place within my case. Your deep brown eyes say goodbye as you leave. My love for you will always be. Goodbye, you were too young to die Goodbye, you were too daft to live. Do the bushes envy the trees? Do the grounds envy the skies? And when the trees cast their leaves. Do they picture there once was lives? Do the fish envy the birds? Do the waves envy the sands? And when the winds blow the sea. Do they wish that they are the sea? Snow falls on broken skin. Blood falls on a tiled room. What I'm doing, is it a sin? Wrists of blood, sky of ice. Together as one, held within my eyes. Blood drips as I create. What would soon be in my wake. A winter's tear carved on me. Hidden feelings show Like sunshine on snow Hidden thoughts are said Like a bird whose first feed Tears are shed while silence is heard Wishing you could fly like that little bird Wishing life was easy But nothings easy Ever seen a heart bleed? Ever seen one cry? Ever seen one feed? Ever heard one sight? Hearts change, their never the same. Hearts move, they can't stay. I sit on my back and howl to the moon The smell of pray is there It shall meet its doom I howl once more just to share the kill of the night with you Off I prance panting hard my sense of smell leading my way I stop short as if I've been bared the smell is strong yet it's almost morn my back cracks my hands grow I howl in the pan I under go My body has less my body has more I look at the sun and I confess That my life as a wolf was worth a great deal more The sun has done it It's changed me back Into a man I thought I forgot I scream and hit the ground below To release the anger that has grown When my rant is over with I curl up in my little bed I lay there and drift to sleep Till the next night the moon calls for me. If no one knows me am I here? Holding pain inside my fear. If no one see's me do I exist? And if I died would I be missed? Would Roses be placed beside my grave? Or would you all still be depraved. Would I be seen when I'm gone? Or would all my hopes still be torn. Can you see me when I'm here? Can you see me when I'm there? Blending in isn't fun When no-one see's what you've done. I'll cry for one who is lost would you cry for me no matter the cost. If no one knows me am I here? Whilst I shed these quite tears if no one see's me AM I real? Why do you think I cannot feel? Roses placed on the tombstone. While you lay inside your grave. Under the dirt all alone. Your soul sighs, you can't be saved. From all I've seen, and all I've felt. Your soul has yet to leave. The fires burning. The ice has begun to melt. Your angry spirit will always weave. I wish to help you, before you make a larger mess. Time yourself right and I might just fall for you. The need to help you never grows less. I'll always be here no matter what you do. Love and lust, Love and hate They always go hand in hand. Why is the choice always fate? You fall you land. Roses placed on bedside graves. Tombstones tower over those who have gone. Goodbye my friend, I tried to save The thing we had but deaths always torn. Ok there we go | #22 Nov 22nd 2007, 12:34pm | |
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