Short Poems - 3

How I long


How I long for eternity
A certain sense of something greater than me

How can so many people run and hide
While the truth resides inside
The very fact that we’re all alone
Stuck in a traffic jam trying to get home

How can so many people stand and stare
At each other just standing there
And when its sung nobody hears the song
So I’ll keep on singing it for no one

How I long for eternity
Something like forever between you and me




Heaven to me is where souls gather


Heaven to me is where souls gather
To sing a song all together now

Heaven to me is where souls gather
To be as one like forever now




Wake up


She wakes up and makes up her face
Makes her hair presentable to ware
Rattles the dreamy night from her head
Peeks through the window, see what the day said

He gets up scratches his head, rubs his chin
Fills his mind with morning air
What is there to do today?
From the picture we are in

They meet by accident
Though they wanted to
Daytime desired a place to be
Yes you may awaken in side me.




Sun shines all day


Sun shines all day
The moon reflects the night
I was sure that in some way
I could reach your light

Sun shines in every way
As the moon reflects your light
I was sure that some day
I could do it right.




Standing here at the edge of time


Standing here at the edge of time telling my self that your all mine
While all along you were the one I only had to take your hand

Woman indeed, where do I know you from?
Woman in need, I know what your on
I had dreams before I met you, but God it’s been so long

Standing here on this hour glass waiting for the sands to pass
I know dam well of the spells you cast
I have to tell you every thing, tied to this mast




When I said that I loved you


When I said that I loved you I ment that I loved you
And that I ment it from the bottom of my hart

So when I said that I hated you I ment that I hated you
And that I could just tare you apart

Because your heaven feels like heaven
And your lies just feel like shit
And your streets are paved with sacrifices made
And I have to clean up every bit.





 

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