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Post by Sage Trilgus/Ayame Trilgus on Oct 3, 2005 5:30:45 GMT
I would love your opinions please post
I Wish The Sky Wasnt Blue. I Wish The Sun Wasnt Bright.
I Wish Water Wasnt Wet.
I Wish The Ground Wasnt Hard.
I Wish I Was Strong.
I Wish Love Didnt Hurt.
I Wish You Didnt Make Me Weak.
I Wish You Where Here.
I Wish I Could Make You See.
I Wish I Could Say.....
I Wish I Could Say I Love You To Your Face.
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Post by Sage Trilgus/Ayame Trilgus on Oct 3, 2005 5:31:51 GMT
My Angel
My Angel.
My Angel Is My Friend.
My Angel Is My Love
My Angel is The Girl I Want.
My Angel Loves Me.
My Angel Is There For Me.
My Angel Helps Me Through my Pain.
My Angel Gives Me Strength.
My Angel Helps Me Get Over My Troubles And My Worries.
My Angel I Love You And I Always Will.
My Angel My Angel My Angel.
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Post by Sage Trilgus/Ayame Trilgus on Oct 3, 2005 5:32:17 GMT
I was fool
I was a fool i didnt see the truth that you loved me and i loved you this time i made the mistake instead of some else
I was a fool that i didnt think you would love me for who i am
I was a fool for hurting you
I was a fool for making you cry
I was a fool for going to another when i had you
I was a fool and i hope you can forgive me because i love you and that is not foolish
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Post by Sage Trilgus/Ayame Trilgus on Oct 3, 2005 5:37:54 GMT
Ok this one is a Poem/Story you might say i wrote it when i was going through a hard time in my life as some of you know of.
I saw a girl i like kiss a guy i hate, i was over come with a emotion one unlike any other, it made my knees weak, made my stomach turn, i felt like puking then and there, it also took my breath away, made it hard to breath, at that point i wanted to die to die more than any thing.
The guy she kissed the guy i hated the guy that made me sick, was my best friend, he knew the truth, he knew i liked her and yet he did it any way, he betrayed me by not telling me he liked her to ,so now i sit here wondering what to do,the pain is growing,the anger is swelling,what do what to do.
As i sit here wondering what to do i see a knife on the ground and wonder what to do to kill him to make the pain go away the pain would probly never go away or to kill myself, in the end i take the knife and put it to my wrist, im stuck in debate weather to do it or not.
As i sit here and debate a memory of old flashes be for my eyes, a happy memory of old times, i see my self a few years earlier at a party, i see a girl walk up and ask me to dance, i agree and get up we start slow dancing, as this vision, this sign passes by and ends, i take a deep breath and drop the knife knowing a good memory can save your life.
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Post by Drago Solaris on Nov 16, 2005 11:19:14 GMT
pretty good now my poem
birdy birdy in the sky, why you do that in my eye, looks like ice cream, tastes like spit, omg i think its...
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