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Will it?
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Will it ever be the same?
When I lie in bed at night - holding on to dreams
Waiting for the morning - the wake of lost love
Burning through the dark of night, failing in the sun
If my heart were to stop would it be so grim?
Or would I get to dream again? Hold on to what's within
Music becomes a sickly vice,
The words of reason a sin to song,
A searing emotion to tell us all,
Will it ever cease? The flow of my destruction
Echoes through my life without another to hear,
My time is growing shorter, with every lost day
The time we had I cherished, the man I cherished more
The life I always wanted - never again at my door
So there I lie, a shell of what I was
To give it all is love, to lose it all is hell
Would I change the past? No.
Will the future hold more? Maybe so
But will it be the same? To watch T.V. with them
To lie in bed and have a smoke knowing I gave it all to him
Nothing left to give - noone else can give it back
If I let another be close,
They'd give me all they have to give - a foolish way to drag me in
A cold man who can't give it back
So yes I am empty - a vessel without a soul
Filled with darkness and nothing left but I don't care anymore
I want to live a dream noone else can touch
To fall asleep and never wake, never feel the human touch
To let them in would be so cruel and only I would be to blame,
Because loving them and loving you, it could never be the same.
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Will it ever be the same?
When I lie in bed at night - holding on to dreams
Waiting for the morning - the wake of lost love
Burning through the dark of night, failing in the sun
If my heart were to stop would it be so grim?
Or would I get to dream again? Hold on to what's within
Music becomes a sickly vice,
The words of reason a sin to song,
A searing emotion to tell us all,
Will it ever cease? The flow of my destruction
Echoes through my life without another to hear,
My time is growing shorter, with every lost day
The time we had I cherished, the man I cherished more
The life I always wanted - never again at my door
So there I lie, a shell of what I was
To give it all is love, to lose it all is hell
Would I change the past? No.
Will the future hold more? Maybe so
But will it be the same? To watch T.V. with them
To lie in bed and have a smoke knowing I gave it all to him
Nothing left to give - noone else can give it back
If I let another be close,
They'd give me all they have to give - a foolish way to drag me in
A cold man who can't give it back
So yes I am empty - a vessel without a soul
Filled with darkness and nothing left but I don't care anymore
I want to live a dream noone else can touch
To fall asleep and never wake, never feel the human touch
To let them in would be so cruel and only I would be to blame,
Because loving them and loving you, it could never be the same.
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Will it?
------------
Will it ever be the same?
When I lie in bed at night - holding on to dreams
Waiting for the morning - the wake of lost love
Burning through the dark of night, failing in the sun
If my heart were to stop would it be so grim?
Or would I get to dream again? Hold on to what's within
Music becomes a sickly vice,
The words of reason a sin to song,
A searing emotion to tell us all,
Will it ever cease? The flow of my destruction
Echoes through my life without another to hear,
My time is growing shorter, with every lost day
The time we had I cherished, the man I cherished more
The life I always wanted - never again at my door
So there I lie, a shell of what I was
To give it all is love, to lose it all is hell
Would I change the past? No.
Will the future hold more? Maybe so
But will it be the same? To watch T.V. with them
To lie in bed and have a smoke knowing I gave it all to him
Nothing left to give - noone else can give it back
If I let another be close,
They'd give me all they have to give - a foolish way to drag me in
A cold man who can't give it back
So yes I am empty - a vessel without a soul
Filled with darkness and nothing left but I don't care anymore
I want to live a dream noone else can touch
To fall asleep and never wake, never feel the human touch
To let them in would be so cruel and only I would be to blame,
Because loving them and loving you, it could never be the same.
------------
Will it ever be the same?
When I lie in bed at night - holding on to dreams
Waiting for the morning - the wake of lost love
Burning through the dark of night, failing in the sun
If my heart were to stop would it be so grim?
Or would I get to dream again? Hold on to what's within
Music becomes a sickly vice,
The words of reason a sin to song,
A searing emotion to tell us all,
Will it ever cease? The flow of my destruction
Echoes through my life without another to hear,
My time is growing shorter, with every lost day
The time we had I cherished, the man I cherished more
The life I always wanted - never again at my door
So there I lie, a shell of what I was
To give it all is love, to lose it all is hell
Would I change the past? No.
Will the future hold more? Maybe so
But will it be the same? To watch T.V. with them
To lie in bed and have a smoke knowing I gave it all to him
Nothing left to give - noone else can give it back
If I let another be close,
They'd give me all they have to give - a foolish way to drag me in
A cold man who can't give it back
So yes I am empty - a vessel without a soul
Filled with darkness and nothing left but I don't care anymore
I want to live a dream noone else can touch
To fall asleep and never wake, never feel the human touch
To let them in would be so cruel and only I would be to blame,
Because loving them and loving you, it could never be the same.
thank you. lol.
I found that depressing, yet somehow inspiring. I dont get it. oh well.
I found that depressing, yet somehow inspiring. I dont get it. oh well.
it sucks gay mans willy
oh wait
oh wait
Heh thanks Fozz I think although I could have done without the laughing heh:P As for you Caveat don't knock it 'til you try it
Why-o-why he ignore me?
*Mooches off to satisfy drugs habit*
*Mooches off to satisfy drugs habit*
Hmm it says Prince Charmin' wrote something here but I can't see it. Damn my quirky imagination.
PrinceCharmin' wrote:
> Why-o-why he ignore me?
>
> *Mooches off to satisfy drugs habit*
That's all I can see.
Note that PrinceCharming is also witch-king and Gavirolox or something. I wouldn't blame you if you had ignored him either.
> Why-o-why he ignore me?
>
> *Mooches off to satisfy drugs habit*
That's all I can see.
Note that PrinceCharming is also witch-king and Gavirolox or something. I wouldn't blame you if you had ignored him either.
Heh ah I see, how about you Ash? What do you think of it. Or anyone for that matter, I want more comments heh
I do appreciate the amount of pure feeling that is present throughout the poem. The repetition of words such as "touch" gave off this sense throughout. I feel that it could have been rhymed more strongly however, and only the last couple of lines really clicked as I read them rhyme-wise.
I think maybe "I'm longing to hear your voice, I'm dreaming of your touch" or something along those lines would have been nice to see fitted in somewhere. I think that, when writing poetry, it's nice not only to use ending rhymes but lines next to each other that start the same way.
Anyway, I've rambled too much about this. There were a lot of lines I liked in it, and a lot that I feel felt misplaced poetry wise; what I wouldn't knock is the feeling and thought you put into it.
And the last three lines were just excellent.
I think maybe "I'm longing to hear your voice, I'm dreaming of your touch" or something along those lines would have been nice to see fitted in somewhere. I think that, when writing poetry, it's nice not only to use ending rhymes but lines next to each other that start the same way.
Anyway, I've rambled too much about this. There were a lot of lines I liked in it, and a lot that I feel felt misplaced poetry wise; what I wouldn't knock is the feeling and thought you put into it.
And the last three lines were just excellent.
i'm a 16 year old stoner and that poem really touches me
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