Reckless
04-11-2007, 02:33 PM
Hey my friends i like poetry and i have read some of the poems here and they are really cool , so i wanna share with u some of my poems and i hope u really like them , please tell me your opnions about them so i can write more they are really from a real feeling and experience from a feeling of hate and love and sometimes neglect ,,
Whispers Of The Heart
Feelings come and go
but your love stays on
please don't say no
to my love that i havn't shown
there is nothing i can't do
to me you have gone
you were my love, yeah you
it is torturing me to the bone
this pain is growing so slow
sometimes i wanna call you on the phone
i feel cold when i see the snow
it is hard to be cold and alone
don't leave me standing on my toe
because i need your love to carry on
The Past
Life is like big tunnel
you go through it so fast
every memory switches like a channel
each one didn't last
i am scared of this dark road
this road road reminds me of the past
every thing I've said or told
a sad play oh! i am one of the cast
a feeling can't be sold
the past is following me so fast
like an old man with a hand so cold
patting on my shoulder as i sat
this memory , this page i can't fold
i wish my past is dead and won't last
killing the happiness in me, as i am getting old
Whispers Of The Heart
Feelings come and go
but your love stays on
please don't say no
to my love that i havn't shown
there is nothing i can't do
to me you have gone
you were my love, yeah you
it is torturing me to the bone
this pain is growing so slow
sometimes i wanna call you on the phone
i feel cold when i see the snow
it is hard to be cold and alone
don't leave me standing on my toe
because i need your love to carry on
The Past
Life is like big tunnel
you go through it so fast
every memory switches like a channel
each one didn't last
i am scared of this dark road
this road road reminds me of the past
every thing I've said or told
a sad play oh! i am one of the cast
a feeling can't be sold
the past is following me so fast
like an old man with a hand so cold
patting on my shoulder as i sat
this memory , this page i can't fold
i wish my past is dead and won't last
killing the happiness in me, as i am getting old