No more dreams
All worries are gone
Yesterday pain has been burnt down
Am now a friendto the terminate
Enemy to human flesh
My appearance is unwanted,
But am a hero to my generation
For the pain i no more feels it
For the tears i no more shed it
My bed is now made with a glorious stone
Cry no more my lovely rose
I knew the memory of our first moment
Would hurt and later bring tears on your face;
Never you forget this lovely soul that lay six-feet under the sole of your palms,
Never you forget the taste of this lips that turns you on and take you into the lifetime endurance
Very hard to say goodbye honeey
I just have to go! !
Tell the whole world that am not at home
Have gone to the Neverland ™
My pen never stop dancing on my book and my pen never speaks as well,
But my thought never rest in my head..
In my lovely room built for me all alone
Every dream is silent
Every dreams was painted red
Every loving heart decayed,
Only my memory lives in the heart of my loved ones
Stop bleeding you this ebony heart of my angel
Little words of an advice
Make sure your tears burns away every sorrow in the heart of my grain and gives them home.
Topic(s) of this poem: bedtime
Form: Blues Poem
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