this is my overturning style.. new style for me..
And jus go into my own world where its jus me and "her"
where the stars are visible even durin the day
where the moon still shines over the sun, brighter..
i give out a rose, from its prick thorns i hold it:
a symbol of how my life is: nothin but a pool of pain
worthless and all..
and when i see those so-called romantic stories
i think about all the real times, the real scenes that took place,
right here in the palm of my hand..
where everythin didn't have to be continued til the next day
only because that love was right there in front of me..
where i can hold it kiss it and jus go into a dream of wealth..
share that dream of love.. but only dream to be in a world of only love
because this world is jus a pool of pain and blood of struggle..
and thats what "we" used to be..
jus a struggle tryna make it in life..
cuz nobody wanted us together.. it was as if the world was against us..
i still picture her eyes over me, the way its meant to be..
i still feel the tip of her fingers caressing my face..
her smile still in the reflection of my eyes,
i remember the tears, the ones I shed, the blood that came to dawn..
i made a sacrifice for "her"but where did that get me to?
the same place i am right now..
sittin in the dark.. lettin me soul bleed onto this paper...
"in tears i cry, no sun will ever dry them up, in pain i dream, no one,
no one, but her can make that pain go away"
D. Ocampo
"Real"
Poetry by Love Knight-Mr. Real-
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Written on 2007-04-16 at 02:58
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Debut Poem "An Angel Over Me"
I sit home alone in the dark, reading love stories, watchin romantic scenes,And jus go into my own world where its jus me and "her"
where the stars are visible even durin the day
where the moon still shines over the sun, brighter..
i give out a rose, from its prick thorns i hold it:
a symbol of how my life is: nothin but a pool of pain
worthless and all..
and when i see those so-called romantic stories
i think about all the real times, the real scenes that took place,
right here in the palm of my hand..
where everythin didn't have to be continued til the next day
only because that love was right there in front of me..
where i can hold it kiss it and jus go into a dream of wealth..
share that dream of love.. but only dream to be in a world of only love
because this world is jus a pool of pain and blood of struggle..
and thats what "we" used to be..
jus a struggle tryna make it in life..
cuz nobody wanted us together.. it was as if the world was against us..
i still picture her eyes over me, the way its meant to be..
i still feel the tip of her fingers caressing my face..
her smile still in the reflection of my eyes,
i remember the tears, the ones I shed, the blood that came to dawn..
i made a sacrifice for "her"but where did that get me to?
the same place i am right now..
sittin in the dark.. lettin me soul bleed onto this paper...
"in tears i cry, no sun will ever dry them up, in pain i dream, no one,
no one, but her can make that pain go away"
D. Ocampo
"Real"
Poetry by Love Knight-Mr. Real-
Read 722 times
Written on 2007-04-16 at 02:58
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