Dream

The only thing i can do now is to dream
Dream about those times
those times we had to getter
and promes to have 4-ever 

 

Anything I can say is ok
And hide those broken hands in my pockets
and to think about the thing to regrett

 

Why did you promess to never leve me?
why did you say you loved me?
why did you come and go?
when the thing you meen was... No!! 

 

And why am i still writing?
Writing about my hearts broken wings?
And why is you keep looking?
Looking after those soft hands you said i had to ley your head in?

Reviews

[BULLET FOR MY VALENTINE]

Ah yes love's young dream and how it can all end in tears well it is in the young that we remember how we felt when true love came our way experiencing the heartbreaks and realising that nothing lasts forever and perhaps we feel used by our former partners because we believed in their every word when really all they wanted to use us for what they could get out of us then move on to the next victim.

You have a wonderful way with words yet you donot express bitterness in a distasteful manner and the meaning and clarity of your message is a s clear as a fjord on a june morning well done a true inspiration.

[Akina]

Wow! awsome poem! your the best!
BFF