as i grow older exactly what is it that i am continuing to gain from life
even if half my dreams came true for a whole month
i would not be happy
that is the type of person i am
...
when i wait for you i am disappointed
when i make you wait i feel guilty
rip apart my chain
only then will i be able to see the beautiful field of grain
...
tainted and pure the colors of my heart
the stained leaves of the tree have begun falling
i regret the necessary action
and find that being strong has worn me down
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I Would Not Be Happy
as i grow older exactly what is it that i am continuing to gain from life
even if half my dreams came true for a whole month
i would not be happy
that is the type of person i am
reality is a step farther then the transitory
rejecting all human dilutions of this creation
before you end up hating me
either forgive or forget me
because i'm a mystery if you name me you'll only limit your understanding
the way you see this world is like a clock ticking away at the wrong numbers
wouldn't it be better for you to stop and wait to sync with reality
I like your poems, try writing poems of how you think and feel to the Lord, and to let us know what God means to you. But you are a good poet you put color, and feeling in your words.