Biography of Tery Young
Tery Young Poems
When at last we finally meet I will not ask, beg, plead or cry; For you to give me all your love, You have more strength than I.
I'd Follow You
Over the ocean, the sparkling sea And over the mountains I'd follow thee Through the sky across the air I'd follow you most anywhere
I Think - 7/24/98
I think I am falling in love and strangely how I feel, could this be a thought or is this really real.
Lonely & Deep
My heart is like an empty hole, so lonely and so deep and I cry alone in my secret place, cause happiness I cant keep. And I thought that you could bring me out, but I am finding I was wrong
You Do Nothing - 9/14/11
Never a thank you and never a thought. Never 'Heres some cash for the food you bought'. Never pick up a finger to lend a helping hand.
No Sleep - 9/12/11
Please close your baby blues and rest your weary head. Moon struck clouds pass by your window as your clock beams a brightly red.
In the dark I saw a shadow In the shadow I saw a person
Shame - 9/16/94
I thought I was happy, in that once brightened sky Burnt at the steak and ready to die Looking past the shame I hold inside of me Broken hearted and cursed beyond of what is left to be
Love is when their always there Love is when they really care Love is when they make you glad Love is when they make you mad
Silent, black and crawls through the night Waiting and always ready to fight Speed of a cheetah and courage of a bear What ever he kills he really dont care
I cannot bring myself to love any more, sadness above happiness and sadness may soar. The feelings of pain, the pressure in my heart, no pain in the beginning, lets go back and start-
Driven by my heart and ask it for a plea Stolen by the silence that was built inside of me
Puddles - 10/2/02
This rain keeps falling, falling on my face. With the troubles inside me, my footsteps I shall pace. And the gentle sound of silence echos through my ears.
Puddles - 10/2/02
This rain keeps falling, falling on my face.
With the troubles inside me, my footsteps I shall pace.
And the gentle sound of silence echos through my ears.
With a steady wind at my back I fly through the years.
Why should I keep going, the rain will never tell.
Puddles of fallen memories, its emptiness my hell.