Saying i love you should be easier
always smiling , knowing things should
be a bit more open. i sit and watch as
the days go by.
I know our love has to be in the dark
but soem light in your heart would show
me love is still possable , saying i love you
should be easier than this.
Every day i see him hold you . Theres things
he does that make me blue . you say he makes
your world go round and even turns the grey skies
blue. but his actions dont seem to show the love
i know you need.
Days go by and he says i love you , things we share
say you love me where is the actions that show you
really care? Time goes by and nothing changes . Saying
i love you should be easier than this.
With the words you tell me i know you love me but
the actions you could share would make things easier for
me to see that love is there. Saying i love you should be
easier than this. why must things be so hard to show when
all it takes is someone to hold.
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons
I'll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and a voice of reason
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and your choices son
They're one in the same, I must isolate you...
Isolate and save you from yourself
GREAT!It takes me at full blow to me!(Of course I disntinctly agree to the way your poem is written and also I really undersatnd you!)
It really done on me for somewhat reasons it goes straight to my heart!
I loved her so much.... i would dare to risk my own life only to save her from dying....
I loved my GF...
Very good my friend very good, seems life wont ever let us live it up.
Here's something that is as if i wrote it myself, Seems to similar to what I went through. Hope you like this, Figured it would be a good add to your post
You sit on your front porch, watching the street light acreoss the street. It flickers once. It's 3:42 am and you just realized that even though your family loves you, the only thing you need is someone to care for, someone to love.
So you sit on your front porch, watching the light. You might smoke a cigarette or two, but you don't really need them. You watch the tree near the street light sway in the wind, scared of life.
You might have had a girl in your life once, but it soured and went wrong. It might have been your fault, but odds are that it wasn't. Odds are is that she dumped you, because being with you made her depressed. Then you realized that you just lost a great chance to change your life around.
So you sit outside on your front porch.
You watch the street light across the street.
You might shed a tear or two, but this isn't a physical sadness that can be purged.
This is a soul-crushing, black abyss kind of sadness. And you are scared and alone, and all you want is someone to look at you and say:
"Everything will be okay. Come with me."
Instead, you sit on your front porch.
You watch the street light.
And you die inside.
Last edited by Slate owns you; Dec 03, 2009 at 03:37 AM. Reason: misspelling