NeverA Poem by Oren GiovanniIts a reflection on who i am and always will be.
It's not the way he speaks or spells,
The way he shakes your bitter heart, He needs to grow in his own hell, Like a angel corrupted from the very start, It's not the way he smiles and lies, The way his heart aches for the truth, The corrupt mind he will always despise, It digs into his soul like a cold tooth. Never to know when and where his heart will be, Nobody to believe in him when he sat blue, Surprised as to what he could see, A life in the mirror, born anew, Said goodbye to his peaceful grave, To resurrect a monster once lost, Learning new ways to live love and behave, Only to find himself lonely and lost, Respect lost for himself never to be found, But he already knows too much, It's not the way he sleeps and dreams, The way he cries when he looks outside, He is never to be himself again, its how it seems, But the only wish he has, is to once again, Live a day when he can breathe with pride...
© 2011 Oren GiovanniAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on July 9, 2011 Last Updated on July 9, 2011 AuthorOren GiovanniMilano, ItalyAboutI'm a regular kind of different. I'm 18 and have no confidence in my writing really, people seem to like it, but as long as it puts a smile on your face, inspires you, makes you challenge me, as long .. more..Writing
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