How Come? Good To Bad? Poem by Robert Araya
How Come? Good To Bad?
despretly yet so patiently
waiting for the time to pass by
so i sit here and write
my thoughts of mind
i think back of the good old days
how i use to make you smile in any posible way
when we use to horse around and play
is this the price i now have to pay?
precious baby, everyday i pray
you build who i am today, like a piece of clay
the tochy days of valentine's day
when i left your gifts in your porche with your name
when i 1st asked for your name
when i took you to your 1st dodger game
talking on the phone and staying up late,
making it a blockbuster night
when we went to the beach at night
and looked at your beutiful face under the pale moon light
looking right into your eyes
i knew me and your were right
when i use to sleep right by your side
holding you tight
keeping you warm between the sheet's
when we use to walk to the park down the streets
i just want you to understand
that i miss holding you and your hand
i want me to be your only man
i do want ever i can...
i just want you back...
with out you my life is pitch black
i hope you know this poem
was full of true life facts....
I liked the list of simple, happy memories, and the repeated rhymes and the little bit at the end was a nice addition.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 8:10:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I'm not very hip, being a rather old-fashioned English chap so I find these raps you write, most clever. You must tell me the secrets of 'rap' poetry- as you clearly demonstrate, it can be very powerful.