torn from the sky; as you crept from up above pulling you down - feeling a borrowed love
here you still crept past me; even though i've called..
so now you know i care; but that surely couldn't be all-
because there is another, this one whom is in plain sight;
we sat and talked all day; but she helped me sleep at night..
i'm afraid to say i miss you; and i'm guessing you know why..
spent time writing you poems; just to see if you wouldn't hide;
the beauty of your heart&soul from me, as I seen it.. deep inside.
knowing that i cared for you, would it have changed a thing..?
or would you still be out there; some unworthy dude's new fling..
i wont spend my time wondering; as i believe i know the answer..
time has taught this lesson; the boy who needs, wont get her..
Shaine said:
dang, that's good
@user bro, you should do the poet thing, ya feel?
Thank you. Idk man one medicare to me poem isn't that grand.
.. yeah
their silence is more than bearable, when you are alone.
talking to them so sweetly, just enjoying her beautiful tone;
their heart shattered into pieces; more brittle than his bones.
yet, her eyes green- glazed, like glaciers; iridescent in the sun.
both yearning to be happy; your heart could be the one.
I've met the sound of beauty, in your lovely voice.
So if I wrote you poems… would I ever be a choice?