Random Peotry done at Work.Lost Problems Five, four, eight, any number will be my fate Tumbling down, I stop to wonder about this town They toss me aside, just like an ocean tide Weep and wait, call me for the bait But when they truly believe, I will leave Let them find their way, as I walk a bay Taking in the sunset, wondering about a pet For my problems will be gone, all except this one.Random Peotry done at Work.
Unlucky or Gifted? The gloomy night sways slowly in the picture Paintings of dark clouds within a stormy fixture Rumbles pick up, sky lights aflame, night becomes day But within that flash, you ear n
Night of the RightSitting here being the watcher of the night You begin to wonder while watching all the blight Do you think you could ever see it through Or would you break and just wish you threw Threw it all away never to see again But wait, who would go then This world would break leaving nothing but a shell Than it would be you who brought us to this Hell Is self worth greater to you than these spirits Do you look at them and see nothing but the its Are the whys and what ifs blind to your sight Or do you believe you hold this ungodly right...Night of the Right
A poem for someone special.I am falling off my horse No longer upon my set course All cause of a single princess Making me think of her in a dress Though she does not know yet Nor do I remember how we met But now, I care not for that Just want to put how I feel on the mate Tell her how she makes me feel She is certainly my Achilles' heel To look upon her angelic features Makes me think she needs no teachers For she is a gift from the Forsaken Making it difficult for her to join the taken Not going to stop me, for she has stolen my heart And I don't want it back, not even for a popA poem for someone special.
Love PoemsDon't question this!Love Poems
... Missing you isn't hard to do for I find myself there more each day No longer able to have a moment without my tears being the way To remember that through it all I will always love you Even while we say our goobeys I will still have my moments being blue From just the thought of your name, it will always be haunting me Dusk till dawn, dreams to nightmars from remembering the way you love tea But I no longer hold the choice to say no, but rather I have to now Even though it kills me inside, just remember me and how I miaow...
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Sounds Country + Tastes Like Rock 'N' Roll = Krissie The Sexah beast! Gr Baby!
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Gypsy gold does not chink or glitter;
it gleams in the sun and neighs in the dark.
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