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Do you have any Poetry and or Stories to share? Well, Post them here :D

Ill begin with my ultimate favorite from Poe. :)


The Raven

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
 
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I posted this one this morning, just before the forum vanished. :huh:
I hope it won't have the same effect if I post it again???

The Endless Black Sky

My true, forever lover is the endless black sky
Her celestial arms, my only home
A comfort in the cradle of the night
Ivory steps in fleeting formation
Guide my way through her vast chambers
And lead me to her dance halls
Will I dance with you tonight my love?
Calling me
Each star tempts me with its brilliance
Like a virgin field beckoning.
Come fill yourself in my emptiness!
I breathe in her splendour
I bathe in her spaces
Diving into her depths
I inhabit her limitless reaches.
Wrap me in your sapphire cloak
Adorn me with a moonlight crown
Take me home
And I will dance for you
Oh my lover divine
Until the wind sighs and the earth cries
And I return in exile from the night
 
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This is scary. I woke up one morning with this short poem in my head. I think I'm insane or some ish.

When I feel a little tough
I start to get a little rough
And then I pull the knife out of my brain

But then the blood starts to rush
And in my face I start the blush
So I go out on the night to kill again

Should I be concerned? lol
 
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I won't forget

I won't forget the day I met him
He was so sweet and handsome

I won't forget the bond we had
it wasn't a brother-sister bond.
it was love at first sight.

I won't forget the very first time he told
me that he loved me. I didn't think he was
serious but he was

I won't forget the conversations we had,
we talked about our troubled relationships,
family, and our dreams for the future,

I won't forget the hugs he gave me.
They were so warm and loving. The
way he held me in his arms, he was
so gentle.

But most of all, I won't forget the
love we had for each other. The
love we had for each other was
real, it's kind of hard to explain,
Now it doesn't feel the same.


Jacob

Jacob was my first boyfriend,
I didn't know him very well.

He didn't heitate to ask me out,
The others were wondering
what our relationship was all about

He tried to convince everyone that
it was real, he thought it was no big
deal. I began to see him differently,
it was a sight that I didn't like.

It wasn't hard to let go,
he just didn't understand
the word no. I needed to
be free, but he didn't quit,
He wanted to be with
me forever. I decided
that forever wasn't for me.

I dumped him because he
didn't know how to treat me.
I told him that I just wanted
to be friends, he finally
accepted it.

He told me that he still loved me,
to prove it, he gave me a teddy
bear, I thanked him for it.

I'm not sure what he's up to now,
but if he's dating a girl, I hope
he's treating her right.
Cause if he's not, I'm
going to raise some
Hell.


This poem doesn't really have a title

I don't know who to trust
I've been betrayed so many
times.

I don't know if I could love
someone as much as I loved you.

I don't know if I could find a guy
as loving and caring as you were

I don't know if I could bare to see your
face again. I don't mean that I wouldn't
want to see you, it just wouldn't feel the
same.

You had a smile that brightened up my day.
Now that handsome smile is gone. It's because
of a girl you loved and trusted.

A girl that I used to call my best friend.
She took something from me, something
that I held dear, She took you away from
me.

I don't know if I could ever forgive her
for what she did to you. When she
told me what you tired to do to her
I was close to tears.

I was also in disbeleif and heartbroken.
She also took away your dreams of
starting a family.

If there's one think I know
it's that I loved you, I've
always loved you. You were
the one to show me how
to love and care.

I will always love you, even
when you leave this earth.
no other guy could ever
replace you, you were
my first love.

I love you and miss you


If you asked me

If you asked me, Do you remember me?

I would say, Yes, I do

If you asked me to marry you, I would say, Yes.

If you asked me to walk away

I'd say, No I couldn't bare to say good bye without a hug and a kiss


More to come..:flowers:
 
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I sit here afriad and sad
wondering if caring about you is wrong
but now I see that you don't care about me

If you did care you would see
that you mean the world to me
you're one of the best friends
a girl like me could ever ask for

But I'm unsure
Do you care about how I truly feel?
We have been so sucessful as friends
but I'm afriad we might fail
so I ask you what's the deal?

My feeelings for you have not changed
If you leave it'll never be the same
My life without you would be so lame

I thought our friendship meant something to you
Is that not true?
If so, then I don't know what to do

You're the only one I trust
you're the one who keeps me from going insane

I'll understand if you don't ever
want to talk to me again
Please know that I love you


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Randy Orton

Randy Orton is a loser who doesn't give a damn
He makes some ladies say, "What a man!"

I say, "Screw you, You stupid fool."
you're so uncool
You're disrespectful and heartless
I thought you were better then this

You're not making sense
you call yourslef "The legend Killer"

"Legend Killer" you're not
What I'm trying to say is very simple
"you sucK"

The king of Kings
He is the king of kings
Triple H is a man of greatness
Can I get a witness?

He has the ability to make his oppents
weak in the kness leaving them begging
"Please don't hurt me."

His facial expression seem to say
"You deserve no mercy."
For that you will pay

for what you've done to my friends
you can say what you want
cause I don't give a damn

The American Dream
He is the soon of a plumber
Who has been with kings and
queens

And dined on pork and beans
A man who stays true
He'll beat Randy Orton
black and blue

So I ask you Randy Orton,
"Whatcha gonna do,
Whem he makes a fool
out of you?"

He's a living legend that the
"legend killer" can't kill



 
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When God Breathes


When God breathes everything changes
his presence is the Spirit that we all feel.
He is the ultimate of anything or anyone
guarding his children with a giving light.
His abundance is stocked full yet it will
sometimes overflow with more than enough.


When God breathes all of nature stands tall
it takes notice because they know he is there.
He is the forever and always the ever after of all
that will come and has gone and has long passed.
He keeps me in the hollow of his hand and I know
nothing can ever go wrong or defeat me ever.

When God breathes I feel overjoyed almost even
to bursting from the magnitude of his strength.
His Love is a true Love full of compassion untold
no Father could Love his child as much as he.
His time is not our time nor is his thoughts ours
his power is more glorious than any on Earth.

When God breathes he shows us that he is
the Great I am the keeper of our souls.
When we need him he is there and sends his
Angels to help us in our deepest of darkest despairs.
Just when you think all is lost he arrives just in time
Showing us his timing is impeccable and precise.

When God breathes Healings begin and things set
wrong shall surely be put right again and solved.
He is a God of promise and deliverance he does not
leave us forsaken or alone He is always there.
God shall prevail and his voice and power will be heard
let the Earth and its inhabitants know he is Almighty!
 
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Nay say...

If people would be less hurtful and life could go on without happenstance
then I could feel more freely like I could celebrate and even sing or dance.
But, Life hands us these emotions that bloom into something stale
I am not without remorse and my heart is genuinely becoming so frail.

Wishing things on others is not of my nature thus nor is it my cup of tea
I long for tidings less hurtful now to bring some quiet comfort to me.
Sit do I and stare until my mind has grown so dull and so very numb
did you not say you loved me still and now youve left me feeling so dumb.

Why would I now care for those golden accolades that are coming far too late?
I now think inside of me things I long to say but only now Ive come to hesitate.
For where would it get me and of what glory does this empty hatred shine?
I dare say not of anything pure and being ignorant is something less defined.

So I will just tarry here and keep my hurt alone inside my hidden wounds
for if I say anything at all its like someones always planning my ultimate doom.
I am of a quiet kind and would never hurt a soul let alone someone I truly loved
I just pray that God will reveal in some small way a blessing from above.

Being treated lesser than does not mean in any way shape or form that I am
for we are all made of flesh and blood and I am not a vindictive sort of man.
So If I cry its of such a cause that life is so very unfair when they spitefully injure
the heart of one so true and I can concur of my own defense of this I am so sure.
 
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Lifes Mysteries

Lifes mysteries
unbounded and
full of magic.

But,
Does anyone take heed?
Has everyone and everything
sped up without stop?

Do they notice at all?
Stop for a moment
breathe in its essence.

If only for a mere second
of your precious time..
listen to the birds.

What is their message to you?
Can you interpret something out of it?
Could you even if you tried?

Lifes mysteries
They hold bountiful treasures
but we all just pass it by too busy
to take a moment and see its glory
full out right and what of nature?

Do you think of how endless the sky is?
Can you imagine yourself floating away
on a breeze carefree and far from it all?
I can...
I envy the trees for just cause of it all.
I love to think of such things it makes the
mundane fractions of everyday life bearable.

Let it all take you into its realm of compassion
filled with happiness and things not tapped into
but yet holds all the secrets none the less pure.

Won't you join me in my referee?
Let me show you its value and determine its grace.
Lifes Mysteries is embraceable if only YOU let it be.
 
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this was my first ever attempt at writing poetry, it's probably more prose than poetry? but anyway, i like it. haven't checked it for typos.


Heed The Messengers
Right out of heaven He walked into our midst. Just as Jesus came to us, the son of a carpenter, He also comes to us packaged not as we’d expect. God’s ways are not our ways. His messenger doesn’t come with his angelic wings spread wide for all to see. He doesn’t say look at me in all my heavenly beauty. Nevertheless, He has mastered the art of getting us to recognize the beauty that can exist within each of us.

He came to us as a little black boy right on the heels of Martin Luther King, Jr., who died for the Dream, who also knew how to captivate us through his words. Also a humble man, who knew how to get us to hush and listen, cause there was message Martin needed to deliver, and a message that we needed to hear; need to hear still… shhhh….what’s that you’re sayin’, Martin?

In a time when we need healing, when we need hope, God hears our pain. He has the answers we seek, if only we’ll listen to His messengers. There’s still time. It can’t be too late, for He is with us still.

Will we do to this messenger what we did to the others? Is crucifying the messengers so much better than learning how to heal the world? Why must they suffer so much? Why are their burdens so heavy? Because, when God asked, they said “yes.”

There is light in this world. It’s hard to see, because we silence it so. The messengers tell us to listen to the children. They tell us the answers we seek lie there. The greatest of these messengers said to us "Let the children come to me, do not hinder them; for to such belongs the kingdom of God. Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it."

Herein lie your answers. Will you heed the messengers?
 
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Here's a couple that Just came right off the back, meaning I did'nt have these written down for a period of time to translate. I hope you all will enjoy them:)


No Existence
Ever feel that your all alone
Opening a door and Finding no one home
your Just There
No one bothers to care
Feeling left out
"Wait what were you talking about?"
It doesn't matter
everything shatters
Your closed in
Figure out Where to begin
With no helping hand to lend
Your just there
You don't exist

by:Shardea


Love is...
Love is an expression
Not a discretion
Celebrating the Joy and Happiness
Filled with passion
Giving satisfaction
to those with Compassion
To open up and enjoy life
giving to those who are in need
bringing good deeds
receiving with ease
love is an expression
not a discretion
love is love...

By: Shardea
 
Wow, I've never known about this till I came back! :(
Well, here's my new poem:
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Clutter

What my life is like
Hectic
Full of mess I trip on
Soaking wetness
Endless water...wanting something
to drip on
Hate the stench
Eee...
Can't even get to my bed...
My life...
a heap of old things I cannot use
Yet I don't want to throw away
Litter
Strewn about the floors...
The winds threaten to blow away
What is it like
Read and weep
It's no treat
Can't clean till it's done
Can't rest till it's over...
I sweat while the moon is my sun
For as long as I have begun
It's not ending...
 
^ I know :( sorry

y'all had posted lovely poetry so please feel free to repost your favourite pieces of work if you still have it :flowers:



I'll repost the last two I posted.


Sad clown

The sad clown sits by the sea
He looks out to the waves as they roll over each other
He sighs as he looks at his hands
Clever hands, able to perform amazing feats
It's a hard life
To have the gift of laughter, gosh it must be wonderful
To share stories, to perform acts
And hear the most magical sound of all
Laughter
Like a double edge sword
It pierces the heart of all sad clowns

The sad clown walks past the seafront shops
He looks into a window and sees his reflection.
He sighs as he sees his face
No paint covers his weary face
No bright red nose
It's a hard life
Even without the costume he is still a sad clown
He only ever knows laughter and peoples smile
When that magical sound isn't around the sword turns
Laughter
Like a double edge sword
It pierces the heart of all sad clowns




and this one was found in an old poetry book of mine....



When I’m gone don’t grieve for me
I’m sick of all the pain and sorrow
When I’m gone don’t shed a tear for me
There is always a better tomorrow.
I leave you this to keep close to your heart
A lifetime of memories
You know we never really part
All our feelings all our stories.
 
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Here's a few of mine. :)


Untitled

Words
fall upon the page
do as I bid and dance
capture my pain
make my joys plain
for all who read
to see

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Summer Snow

melted messages
drip
drip
drip
cool on fingers
fading breath
Lock and latch,
on cozy cabin
on this winter day
the words are lost
wet streaks remain
Burst of orange
lick of wood
I see green eyes
in this mirror
floating on the snow
deer run
birds perch
in the middle of the
Oh!
as it melts away
I feel it running through my
veins and cheeks
the warmth
is all around me
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Come January

Warm water splashes
in the shallows
clean and sun and
happiness
clear and
crystalline
see right to the bottom
for nothing yet hides
a fish
a plant
the golden sand
revealed in glassy
joy

The pond is young,
in spring has new view
and still has not begun
to chill.
not yet is it afraid of sight
-and being seen

But slowly,
slowly
it will freeze
with every passing year
sugar frost on glass
waves to ripples
serene and smiling

The water has grown deeper
the covering grown dark
what swirls beneath the surface
now looms out of sight
what thoughts and words
it may suppress
beneath the winter cover
are lost while looking in

Lament, for the spring
the lovely spring
passes all too swiftly still
Lament, for the spring
but bear on,
the pond will cry-ripe
Winter has its beauty too.

if anyone likes those, I can post more. thanks for reading :)
 
Quiet Echoes

I see the emptiness that over powers
The quiet echoes from her lifeless eyes
I see the void behind the blank dark core
Of a center I cannot enter anymore and
She is gone except for quiet echoes.

Imitation of emotion as she tries
For a moment to almost focus then she died
Before the Angels came the silent roar but
She is gone except for the quiet echoes.

Too late to ask her how and why and when
I wish I wish at least someone had said goodbye
She left and left behind her an unclosed door
And so many of those ghosts that pace a
Midnight floor now she is gone except for
Quiet echoes…….


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Non Sleep

Yet another day has gone
another chapter in the book of life ends
As the dusk sets in I shudder for
I have to see it all
all that the dire sight lends.
From the hoot of an owl
to the chirp of a sparrow
I have to hear it all
all the the unforsaken sounds borrow
Pleading a Prayer for reasons so stark
as eyelids refuse to shut
I have to say it all
all that the desperate speech can not cut
And amidst this ongoing struggle
at the onset appears a glint of light
So another long relieving breath I draw
for having trudged again
Yet another night of Non Sleep.
 
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Star Shine Memories

In a few moments lost as hearts did bleed
The winters coldness did so then fall away
And in given thoughts and such wanderings
It seemed to want it to become that way.


I so liked the silence of the night, as each and
Every star that shined in the sky above did so
Come down to me and deemed to call my name
I so liked the silence of their rite so quiet soft.

In such pain penetrating this bliss it ravished
Into myself and all the tears I cried in vain
Seem to suddenly make sense to me after all
I found a certain comfort in this loneliness.


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Taking Away My Good

Just when I thought I could do it again for sure
I thought I was all ready set and to go on the mark.
Sometimes I cannot sleep in my own bed and it’s sad
Its times like these I feel so unsafe even when at home.
I am sometimes even afraid to live for fear something
Outside of my own God given skin will cause me sorrow.

When you blamed me all those years ago on how you
Just had to tell me how everything was only my fault?
Well I took it like any of my sins and felt such a failure
To all that I tried to do but that’s not good at all to me
Who are you to do this by taking away all my joys?

I am so very glad my feelings for you have stopped
Almost like the tragic death and beating of my heart
Now I am wiser and full of knowledge that it was not
Just I alone who caused this demise we so both did.
So now that all is over and said and done I don’t care

For I am made of better things inside of this being
That I call home to my heart and all of its misgivings
When will you or anyone else ever understand me?
That this isn’t all of who I am because I know I was
Not made this way it’s just that I am feeling down today.
 
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LOL heres a new one I created in the middle of a black out sitting in the middle of floor staring at candle light lol

This Child's Faith

As a child's life stands before me
Demolition within sullen darkness
His essence flaming youth, faith a mere crescent
Sculpted by the flickering flame of life
those who ruin destroy
A child's innocence with the knife
of turbulence unseen turmoil
life's flame brewing toward the heavens
to seal his faith, leave sacred
To emancipate ones who dwell within a realm of hatred
to cast shadows onto the hidden unrighteous

This child's faith, they envy in desperation
boiling in temptation, unwanted oppression
Thriving to obtain security by serenade of serenity
yet unlike this child, their hearts dulled with impurities
to obscure the fleshy sins; desires that lie in submission
Though they attempted to rid this child of his divine faith
they failed miserably.. in anger... misery...

Before the wold excluded humility
This child lie here dwelling in full serenity
peering at the endless creations blessings in his possession
a smile brimming to his lips.
Possibilities he seek paved way to the child
through the spirit of the divine touch of the divine father

~BI
 
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its abosoulutly beauitiful M .
one of the best ive ever read . i love the way you wrote it too ..jus the way you wrote that makes it stand out . and you have brought that mystery to the poem too i think , makes it very exciting . i loved this .
you have captured and you have bulit every essence of this beautiful unique flow .....



love you . :huggy:
 
Falling down into a tiny place
That feels just like an empty place
I’ve lost myself somewhere here
I’ve cried and screamed unshedded tears
I don’t feel emotions or trust a soul
My compassion something that swallows me whole
My life full of tragedy and sorrow
Yet overshadowed with joys of tomorrow
My dark side does battle with the light
Emotions always pulled so tight
My mind the embodiment of contradiction
Simply a painful infliction
Upon my soul and heart
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Written from my heart .

Always Behind Me.
*******************
Always behind you
Shes always behind me
to guide me ,
to trust me ,
to love me
...unconditonaly ..
Shes always around me
shes bound to be .....always behind me

Whenever you need me
Whenever at all
Run to me
Come to me
Il cushion your fall

Always behind you
Hes always behind me
to guide me ,
to trust me ,
to love me
...unconditonaly
Hes always around me
hes bound to be ...always behind me


27 th march 2008 . Wendi jane WD Darling .
 
Lost in the light of the moon...
I'm searching for tomorrow...
Falling in sheer darkness
I seek for your hand to hold mine...
Every second my heart is craving for you
and the pain of being without you
is overpowering my soul...
If only I could begin my life
all over again with You...
 
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