Vandenver Vizcarra Poems
- Time My hair be gray and gone Can't barely hear or run I ...
- In Love I hate the way you look at me so genuine and gentled...
- Still Still, when I wake up in a cold morning's dew I drown ...
- Friends We shared stories and moments together We spent time...
Van Denver Vizcarra is a peculiar lad with a mind full of dreams and a stomach full of everything else you can find on the fridge. He is currently under serious repair and he is freakin' anxious of when the repair will be done. more »
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Still, when I wake up in a cold morning's dew
I drown myself of memories made by me and you
While we stroll down an ordinary place for some
for me that was the most special rendezvous
My eyes are still fixed in your delightful face
staring for hours, I couldn't be more amazed
Still, I am alone and broken inside
even if I show my strength and delight.
Still, you're the only one i wished to be with
even if I knew that your heart's already picked
Still, I dream of you every single night
even in the darkest you always bring the light
Even when I'm in...