My Poems

There is one thing that sets me apart,
It's that through written words I share my heart.

Thing of my present, and of my past,
Everyone of my thoughts are written to last.

I open up myself like a book,
Open for everyone to have a look.

There is something new on every page,
My thoughts and stories that will hopefully engage

I admit My life may go up and down,
But its not enough for me to frown.

Although this poem must come to an end,
My hope is that my writings are read by a friend.

All of the Memories

 

Just a random poem

All the memories, the good and the bad
To see them wither, makes me quiet sad.

She came into my life, and filled it with glee
But she's gone now, it makes me sad you see.
...
As She walks out the door without a goodbye.
I have this overwhelming feeling, that I may just cry.

I know it's the best for her, even if it's hard for me to see,
I have to let go, because I now understand it's not all about me.

My Love is One Thing

My love is one thing, you object to contain,
Who know that this feeling would cause so much pain,

Is is the feeling of loneliness or of reject,
There is one thing that I know you cannot object

Is that I will always love you forever and a day,
But the feeling back from you, is the one thing I pray

Im Sorry For This Feeling

I'm sorry for the feeling, I can not contain,
That when I'm with you, my heart beats not the same.

If I was to try to control this feeling that I have inside,
There's the chance I would not have you by my side.

The thought of you not with me, I could not bare,
I would do a whole lot more than shed a tear.

My heart's flame that burns within me, may have just died,
But I still hope for the day that I can call you my bride.

If Life Was To Just Fly By

If life was to just fly by
You would hear from me a sigh
A sigh of emptiness and regret
That all of our lives were very set


Set in concrete and in stone
It would make me feel all alone
If I could just break this spell
You would soon know very well


That all this world needs is love
Which is pure, white as a dove
Both You and Me could be free
If the world could only see