Lingered long upon this dream
where nothing is as it may seem,
word of colours silently scream
and truth belongs only to me.
I shared with you a gentle kiss,
held hearts cool beat within my fist,
blood pumped promises exsist
for liars tongues to gently twist.
You loved me more each passing day,
caressed the lies you could'nt say,
sheltered them from harms way
then threw that love into my face.
I wanted this, I cannot lie,
one more chance, one last try.
Goodbye my dream, so long, goodnight,
this life I have is soley mine.
4/5/08
To dream is to cherish life even in slumber, it is the most perfect illusions that is almost real! Loved this, high marks.
A bitter-sweet poem that has been expressed most poeticallly. Thanks.
...maby if you wish it very strong, this dream may reappear again for you...
Gentle feeling it is enriched «by psychological nuances …» sincere...
one more chance, one last try. Goodbye my dream, so long, goodnight, this life I have is soley mine. O Viola what ownership love or its absence entails
Beautifully composed, even though this write is of sadness...your ability to use such emotion within every heart felt line, is of the highest qualities only that a poet as yourself are blessed to hold. Excellent! ! ! ! 10/10 from me :) Best wishes Jon.
Oh my goodness! I almost started crying. This is so sad! Maybe I am just weird. But it is a good poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely.. i enjoyed readin this.