Still Unhappy

marker_in_the_sandmarker_in_the_sand Posts: 272
edited April 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Another experiment for me, please tell me what you think:D
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A blue sky, full of memories
Torturing my heart…
Still feel like there’s a question
Unanswered and alone
Forgotten by those,
Which were turned to stone
By my look in their eyes…

A lovely girl came to me
And asked me what was wrong
I said nothing and looked away from her
Or else she too might turn to stone
But she said, don’t worry I don’t fear
Your look or your being
I’ll accept you for what you were

That girl still walks around there
In a special place I often visit
A place that makes me still exist
But somehow it’s coming back
That feeling that I scare them
But how am I supposed to let it go
Let it blow in the wind like the answers…
From the question…

Still… unanswered and alone
Still… by my look turned to stone
Still… unhappy, because the girl let me go

The dream ends
A nightmare began…
I don't want to be the fool that's behind me but I am...

I'll Hold The Pain... Release...

Yourself
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  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    i like this bit most. :)

    A lovely girl came to me
    And asked me what was wrong
    I said nothing and looked away from her
    Or else she too might turn to stone



    good stuff. :)
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • i like this bit most. :)

    A lovely girl came to me
    And asked me what was wrong
    I said nothing and looked away from her
    Or else she too might turn to stone



    good stuff. :)

    thanks:):D
    I don't want to be the fool that's behind me but I am...

    I'll Hold The Pain... Release...

    Yourself
  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    haven't we all felt this way a time or two, even more so.
    dude, it's quite nice.
    keep writing.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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