The Heart Breaker's Broken Hearted RantA Poem by Kenneth Nicholas Lowe
Must it be Must it be as is written Oh I think I've forgotten How this symphony should feel It should feel It should feel It should feel like the heavens She heard my confessions I think I am a fool I'm a fool I'm a fool I'm a fool for believing She could be all forgiving I feel the grey overcast Overcast Overcast Overcast of the storms clouds They're clearing from my house now Here comes the hopeful sun Oh the sun Oh the sun Oh the sun it's shine is different For it has been missing Missing a long gone time Long gone time Long gone time Long long time since I've been through Trials and tribunes It's time get off the wall Off the wall Off the wall Off the wall into crisis Did i really want this? The pains and screams of a war Of a war Of a war Of a war between Angels My silly imagination Is running wild again Wild again Wild again Wild again with a woman Has my past been forgiven? Am I moving on too soon It's too soon It's too soon It's too soon for a judgement And without a through assessment I think I have fallen Fallen I have fallen I have fallen in trouble Covered up in the rubble From the path of my weltered days Of my days Of my days Of my day and my night dreams So real, I can hear screams And moans from hell at times At the time At the time At the time of my judgement There will be unerveing silence To see where I belong I belong I belong I belong with an angel And I think It is fatal A fatal sign of craving life Oh this life Of this life Of this life in a coffin I feel it too often My spirit reaches for the sky For the sky For the sky For the sky full of fliers I'll hold you much tighter Than you've been held before Held before Held before Held before a fashion trial I think it is vital For me to hold your hand Hold your hand Hold your hand Hold your hand through my sickness Until it finally parts us Upon our different ways Different ways Different ways Different ways but i have promised Whatever has to befall us I'd love you till the end Till the end Till the end Till the end of my conscious Won't let nothing again stop us For the rest of our troubled time Of our time Of our time Of our time here is precious Let's not forget that We were born here to belong To belong To belong To belong to another There is nobody better Better than this girl Oh this girl Oh this girl Oh this girl drives crazy And makes me feel lazy Even lazier with time With our time With our time With our time we will make it The greatest infinite An Infinite love alone provides Close your eyes Close your eyes Closer your eyes and it's over Time is not a big joker It took me before our prime Too unkind
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StatsAuthorKenneth Nicholas LoweMelbourne, Victoria, AustraliaAboutBorn to the Human Race, I live in the land of India for the time being with a major ancestral inclinations to the Anglican and Celtic anthropological denominations. With that being said, My day job.. more..Writing
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