for "her" its a hard time we going through
Well, many ppl been askin me y i live like i do now... and without thinkin they don't think about y i don't live the way they expect me to.. you know?? but this is for everybody that's asked me that, but for one person "girl" in particular... It is called
I Remember......
that there was a time where i didnt think i could break down...
or atleast i couldnt imagin or even try.. until you came around...
i stood at my position: the way i was raised i couldnt even twitch to pain..
i could only show respect, stand proud and given tall to BROWN PRIDE..
my skin was spoken for itself; my blood never gone even after i die...
"La Sangre Nunca Muere"..... BLOOD NEVER DIES........
those are the realest words ever and i chose to live by their side..
so hate it or love it, Baby, but that is the way i chose to live this life...
if all comes great then OUR dreams WILL be included in OUR lives...
I remember... that in that time i convinced myself I was invisible to tears..
a few weeks later, not even a tear shed, when my brother was killed at my side..
i dont regret not crying for him, (i didnt want to believe we were apart..)
cuz that would defeat the purpose of believing he is still in my heart...
it's no doubt in my mind i miss my big brother, no reason for me to be wrong..
but that was the soldier that taught me everythin, showed me to be strong
I showed no weakness til about four years after that tragic night.
a beautiful girl on the steps alone that swept me off my feet that night..
i swear she was AND STILL is the only girl i think of as my angel and star..
if you could jus look into her eyes, when the moon shined farther than a star..
it was as if the stars and moon were only shining for the both of us..
like if that night was destined to happen, i dont believe in luck..
the nights went by, the ones we spent together, damn, the realest i've lived..
she was the only girl that i could tell the moments in life i've lived..
from good to bad, not realizing we were creatin good times.
we laughed (and laughed) it was as if "sad" had no place for those nigths...
but "sad" had yet to come into these night that gave me a new home...
her heart was warm and affectionate and it was open as for my NEW HOME..
and there was this one night, that changed everythin, my every aspect..
when i let out my long-time feelings that've been stored in an attic...
and jus like that, one night, is all it took to break this cage of "real"
of loneliness fears rage sadness AND one other cage; the cage of tears..
i shed tears for her, i cried on her chest, could've been a night long...
i cried for my brother so all relief of tears was gone
so many tears held back, im gettin choked up jus thinkin about it..
i cried many nights by her it is no reason to ever doubt it..
a year later, i don't, i can't even claim her..
she aint say it but her actions say she's moving on for sure..
one chance, on moment, an opputunity is blown..
but its not "whatever" to me, my tears, now, dry on there own..
Poetry by Love Knight-Mr. Real-
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Written on 2007-05-03 at 03:28
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Men Do Cry
"Men don't cry"- LIES...Well, many ppl been askin me y i live like i do now... and without thinkin they don't think about y i don't live the way they expect me to.. you know?? but this is for everybody that's asked me that, but for one person "girl" in particular... It is called
I Remember......
that there was a time where i didnt think i could break down...
or atleast i couldnt imagin or even try.. until you came around...
i stood at my position: the way i was raised i couldnt even twitch to pain..
i could only show respect, stand proud and given tall to BROWN PRIDE..
my skin was spoken for itself; my blood never gone even after i die...
"La Sangre Nunca Muere"..... BLOOD NEVER DIES........
those are the realest words ever and i chose to live by their side..
so hate it or love it, Baby, but that is the way i chose to live this life...
if all comes great then OUR dreams WILL be included in OUR lives...
I remember... that in that time i convinced myself I was invisible to tears..
a few weeks later, not even a tear shed, when my brother was killed at my side..
i dont regret not crying for him, (i didnt want to believe we were apart..)
cuz that would defeat the purpose of believing he is still in my heart...
it's no doubt in my mind i miss my big brother, no reason for me to be wrong..
but that was the soldier that taught me everythin, showed me to be strong
I showed no weakness til about four years after that tragic night.
a beautiful girl on the steps alone that swept me off my feet that night..
i swear she was AND STILL is the only girl i think of as my angel and star..
if you could jus look into her eyes, when the moon shined farther than a star..
it was as if the stars and moon were only shining for the both of us..
like if that night was destined to happen, i dont believe in luck..
the nights went by, the ones we spent together, damn, the realest i've lived..
she was the only girl that i could tell the moments in life i've lived..
from good to bad, not realizing we were creatin good times.
we laughed (and laughed) it was as if "sad" had no place for those nigths...
but "sad" had yet to come into these night that gave me a new home...
her heart was warm and affectionate and it was open as for my NEW HOME..
and there was this one night, that changed everythin, my every aspect..
when i let out my long-time feelings that've been stored in an attic...
and jus like that, one night, is all it took to break this cage of "real"
of loneliness fears rage sadness AND one other cage; the cage of tears..
i shed tears for her, i cried on her chest, could've been a night long...
i cried for my brother so all relief of tears was gone
so many tears held back, im gettin choked up jus thinkin about it..
i cried many nights by her it is no reason to ever doubt it..
a year later, i don't, i can't even claim her..
she aint say it but her actions say she's moving on for sure..
one chance, on moment, an opputunity is blown..
but its not "whatever" to me, my tears, now, dry on there own..
Poetry by Love Knight-Mr. Real-
Read 734 times
Written on 2007-05-03 at 03:28
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