Milan Baro Poems
I began writing as I was ill Then the dark sun came out to push my will I abandoned bad thoughts, the sickness I do fought Now ı am back, it is raining unusually
Everything Goes In Circles
Take a look around when time is walking on your side It is just a matter of time when the storm seals your fate Take a good look inside when your in paradise It is a manner of life that will take you down
I Am The Aimless Love
The love that kept hidden is far from being a treasure Living is denied side to side with the trusted shame Soon to be forced to new grounds to reach the exact karma Courage calls for the ones absent for a long time
When the shade of the night falls Every soul takes a shape of his own All figures are cast to nought for this challenge Some loses faith some falls with little effort
Must Be The Ones To Live Love?
I long for a girl like you Such a beautiful sight you provide My heart filled with joy the moment you were right by my side Melt into my heart And once again be mine
Best Of Tragedy
-Spit that poison our of your heart -Your mild nature is What ı need -most now -Take a fresh start And ease your mind - Be that person gives me love
As sad as it seems to be as it looks Strenght of his total existence Impose retreival of loss pieces Advanced vigour called to preserve
Lost Sum's Plea
The down brings misery after twilight Soon to be sorrounded by nameless sorrow Itching and carving out their floating and burning notes Open the keys, close the ways
Afraid To Speak Out
Moments passed, every second wasted Towards an end silence hails Whispers covered the world Prevented the sublime act
So Silently Raged
Who am I suppose to be? What is my alternative reasons? Born to be a slave of loneliness Is this the plot of my being?
Sudden explosion a little less time for the harvest Living moments which failed to catch by constant eyes In every awe there is one dellusion cast Hey you! ! Stand for the close ones, are you dear?
Put An Effort In Something You Can Not C...
Maybe, But I Am Not Sure Too(Investment)
When it comes to speak, for you ı must be weak and some things did happened Way too late to talk of, silent where ı built Maybe ı can do it, think of equal as losing my meaning
The words you think it is not how you feel I get the every reaching intention from them Let's be honest now you are not who you picture Neither any of us shall you clame rationally
In eternal display of fabricated truths
In Which each face holds a different essence of cause
I come across a fairy, could it be my angel?
I know a place we can share, far from the vibrating visions
My dreams made from your lives, could yours be from mine?