William F. De Paula

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That's something I surely overdo
everytime, everywhere, everyday,
can't stop thinking about you
and how we may never cross way
...

The sky was blue,
the sun was shining
everything suppose to be peferct
but i was almost crying.
...

Hundred forms of solutions are
feets away, across the street
with an invisible barrier around them
but even this protection, won't persuade me to quit.
...

Nothing makes sense to me
trying to find what i'm suppose to be,
you're the only reason why i'm still here
and i want to tell it in your ear
...

Sleep, is what i do best
so good in fact, that nothing from it can be take
neither creates something worth make
but it's in this period of rest
...

6.

I never considered it a gift,
only a way to say what I want to
Because to be sincere and honest
there's nothing else I can do.
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Surrounded by this shell
can't get out of it anymore,
this place that has got no shore.
Harder to escape than hell
...

Even when friendship appeared to be gone
and loneliness was all left,
none of the things that I've done
made me deserve the one i met.
...

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Opportunities It always rise somewhere youre not prepare It's never the way you want but in a place you would least care Sometimes so hard to find but also so easy to miss I'm still looking for mine hoping it'll be sweet as a kiss.)

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Think About You.

That's something I surely overdo
everytime, everywhere, everyday,
can't stop thinking about you
and how we may never cross way

again, the name is unknown
and the reason is, we didn't talk much.
She has made my heart blown
and all I have is this picture, that I can almost touch.

Scared of being rejected
I kept the question hide
now my veins seems to be infected
and so is all the corners of my mind.

Probably wouldn't work out
but I'm unsure, why didn't I try?
as a result of this doubt
I've made my eyes tired of cry.

Stupid, my mind say it is
but my heart does not listen to that,
my lips are haunted by a kiss
that perfect would be, I bet.

Strange, that's how I feel
writing so much about someone,
and thoughts that may not be real
but away from it, I cannot run.

Courage, is all I ask for.
If we ever meet again,
If I have this chance once more
I'll make the best of it then.

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