Scurrying thru the memories of the forgotten past
Blending the tears of the swollen heart
Stealing the moments of the dying rain
Pelting the stones on the limping mane
How is it gonna be
When the hopes wither and wrinkle
Don’t you know
You ain’t my religion
Dwarfing my sky
Won’t twinkle in the armored vows
And like the thirsty loners
You’ll escape, “will you?”
Oh the pawn of the night, o the mourner!!
Like the mist of the winter morn’
You think you’ve wandered too much
But the days are the same
Intoxicating the April rain
Don’t you know
It’s the asylum of bliss
And the grudge is all mine
Don’t you know
You are ruled out
From my realm of fable…
And everybody hurts…
Everybody hurts
4 comments:
Ouch!.. tat was one painfully awesome poem.. awessssssssssommee!!!!!!... :)
ahh...my jobs well done then if sum1 can really feel the gross pain...thnx yet again!!!
This is indeed painful..it's well written too! I love how you've posted a picture before every poem...it gives the reader a visual effect too!
thnx a ton!!!
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