Melody Of Despair Poem by Emanuel Jones

I have enchanted memories of lost thoughts,
Inplanted in my cementary of BrokenHearts,
Blured visions of a naked dream,
A naked dream never to be seen,

So tired of dishonesty loving me,
Feeling like a dead garden by a crooked tree,
An ugly horizon in the distance,
A beautiful sunrise with just the sun missin',

A shot of disappointment chased with a cup of fate,
Followed by a tender kiss from the lips of hate,
Lifes' biggest fear,
Is to taste the saltiness of deaths' tears,

Innocence singing a soft melody of despair,
Praying to be heard on deaf ears.

COPYWRITED 2006