you'd take one look at me and whole pieces of the earth would break off and fall away finally leaving me alone with you.
i am learning that when love wants to stay it will stay.i am learning that when love wants to go it will go.
Through the darkest hours of the nightand through the dreamers realm I seek,Far beyond the starry skyand beyond galaxies I am free.Through the grimmest memoriesand past a seasons air I cannot breathe,...
Oh captain my captain
I still can remember some of the poems and proverbs, I learnt in my childhood.
If you wake with a change of direction, deciding you hate who you've been,Remember, I loved you every yesterday as I will continue to love you then.Whomever person you become I shall worship and whate...
they say people only hear what they want to hear,but i don't know if that is always true, i've been wanting to hear your heart and it's as silent as the moon.
There is no poetry without want. Desperate want.
The words we construct, the poems we write and the songs we sing, become the love story of a stranger we have never seen.
It is silly to think they all achieved it "just like that". nothing in life is so easy, that is a fact.Behind the scenes were tears and pain,they stumbled and fell but got up again. They heard a voice...
The first time I saw your face, my lips said, "hello" and my heart said, "that's your wife.
I am a master wordsmith. I have the ability to bend words at will and invoke feelings with the stroke of my pen. But I'm yet to master the art of finding the right words to describe what happens in my...
He walked out the door and with each step my heart breaks.He'd be gone for days with long silences between each breath.I know I'm his one of many and he knows he's my one of one. The only one who hold...
If I knew where poems came from, I'd go there.
t is silly to think they all achieved it "just like that". nothing in life is so easy, that is a fact.Behind the scenes were tears and pain,they stumbled and fell but got up again. They heard a voice,...
I believe in family values and following your dreams.
You were the poem I never knew how to write because no words could describe the wind you cannot see, but feel.
There is something about a bureaucrat that does not like a poem.
What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? Oh, poems, no less! Poems, everybody!
A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.