Post by alec on Jun 5, 2006 22:12:18 GMT -5
most of these are love poems...
i rate myself on a system of *'s
the first day that i saw you i knew there was a spark
but i was only a friend of a freind, i kept you in the dark
i hid my feelings behind a mask said i liked another
if you ask in 50 years i'll swear id have no other
the night that we first kissed i remember like yesterday
and ill always love you
there is no ther way
***
in my heart i truly love her
even to this day
even though our love was lost
realy, its ok
the spark that grew and grew until it was a flame
that spark that started out so small
im sure i am to blame
that flame that was our love it weakend and died
surley it was not because of my strange pride
the love i had neglected it wavered and dwindled
yet still i carry on that spark
and hope love can be rekindled
****
(the following poem has NO relation to my mental health or life)
i thought about it long and hard
when i was down and out
then i thought about her
my past was brought about
even if she dosent love me
id hate to stain her life
even if she dosent love me
id hate to cause her strife
the thought of causeing her the pain
it tortures me inside
id hate to leave a mark
the mark of suicide
*****
i rate myself on a system of *'s
the first day that i saw you i knew there was a spark
but i was only a friend of a freind, i kept you in the dark
i hid my feelings behind a mask said i liked another
if you ask in 50 years i'll swear id have no other
the night that we first kissed i remember like yesterday
and ill always love you
there is no ther way
***
in my heart i truly love her
even to this day
even though our love was lost
realy, its ok
the spark that grew and grew until it was a flame
that spark that started out so small
im sure i am to blame
that flame that was our love it weakend and died
surley it was not because of my strange pride
the love i had neglected it wavered and dwindled
yet still i carry on that spark
and hope love can be rekindled
****
(the following poem has NO relation to my mental health or life)
i thought about it long and hard
when i was down and out
then i thought about her
my past was brought about
even if she dosent love me
id hate to stain her life
even if she dosent love me
id hate to cause her strife
the thought of causeing her the pain
it tortures me inside
id hate to leave a mark
the mark of suicide
*****
creepy 