Post by Ֆilent-x on Feb 19, 2007 9:05:57 GMT -5
A guy I knew (Matt) wrote this. But the one underneath is mine, hehe. I think I can post poems here since they are art.
Same Old Sad Story
I loved her,
I really did,
But it's an old sad story,
That I live.
How can I ask for more,
From this beautiful girl I adore?
I trapped her and kept her down,
How can I ask for her to be around?
Out of these eyes,
I could not see.
How can I live,
With this part of me?
She means so much,
Yet so little does it show,
But there's nothing left,
Except the words over the phone.
I am no more man,
Than I am a child,
As I watch these dreams,
Crumble to a pile.
Now she's gone.
She has left.
Now my heart,
Starves to death.
Misery comes strong,
With this lesson I've learned.
So many times in my life,
I have taken the wrong turn.
One day I hope,
This butterfly will come home,
As for now,
I am left all alone.
I miss her more,
Then what these rhymes could say,
For her heart,
I could not pay.
I loved her,
I really did,
But it's an old sad story,
That I live.
I loved her,
I really did,
But it's an old sad story,
That I live.
How can I ask for more,
From this beautiful girl I adore?
I trapped her and kept her down,
How can I ask for her to be around?
Out of these eyes,
I could not see.
How can I live,
With this part of me?
She means so much,
Yet so little does it show,
But there's nothing left,
Except the words over the phone.
I am no more man,
Than I am a child,
As I watch these dreams,
Crumble to a pile.
Now she's gone.
She has left.
Now my heart,
Starves to death.
Misery comes strong,
With this lesson I've learned.
So many times in my life,
I have taken the wrong turn.
One day I hope,
This butterfly will come home,
As for now,
I am left all alone.
I miss her more,
Then what these rhymes could say,
For her heart,
I could not pay.
I loved her,
I really did,
But it's an old sad story,
That I live.
A Vampire's Tradegy
Alone I sit on the top of a hill
Thinking of how my unlife has been
Of the pain and the sorrow I've seen
In the eyes of my victims before they lay still.
Though a hunter in darkness I must be
The feelings of guilt always come back
When I sink my teeth in another man's neck
My conscience is the only light left in me.
All I want is to leave the shadows behind
And truly this time I will
For I no longer desire to kill
Thoughts of light are now on my mind.
I'm waiting for the sunrise today
On the lonely hill where I sit
And maybe, I'll catch a glimpse of it
Before the wind blows my ashes away.
[/color]Alone I sit on the top of a hill
Thinking of how my unlife has been
Of the pain and the sorrow I've seen
In the eyes of my victims before they lay still.
Though a hunter in darkness I must be
The feelings of guilt always come back
When I sink my teeth in another man's neck
My conscience is the only light left in me.
All I want is to leave the shadows behind
And truly this time I will
For I no longer desire to kill
Thoughts of light are now on my mind.
I'm waiting for the sunrise today
On the lonely hill where I sit
And maybe, I'll catch a glimpse of it
Before the wind blows my ashes away.
