For two years we shared
our deepest darkest pleasures
Now your gone, I need to move on
but no one seem to measure
up to you or have the type of
charisma that you do
but now we're thru, and it is true,
this hurts me more than you.
I need to know, if you feel what I felt
not knowing what went wrong
I need to know, that you feel what I felt
hearing each and every love song
I need to know, that you had sleepness nights
that made you toss and turn
I need to know, that when I'm alone and I cry
you can feel my soul yearn
for you, your love is one that I will never surrender, this is true
I want you to know, you gotta know
this hurts me more than it hurts you.
This hurts so bad, this thing called love ,
I wish I never known it
maybe I wish this cause all my life
no one has ever shown it
to me until the day you
walked into my life
the way you seem to make everything wrong
turn out to be just right.
I long for the days, when our days off
some how ran overnite
to write this notation knowing these feelings
of mine you will never read
I'm putting myself out
for the whole world to see
the way I feel about you
will never go away
I love you, I love you
forever and a day
If you should one day stumble upon my words
know that it is true.
the way we departed
leaves my soul broken hearted
and this hurts me more than it it hurts you
(IT SEEMS)
I try to push a head, but somethings keeps holding me back
I wonder what I did in my past that makes my future react.
I get lost sometimes, sometimes my future looks hazy
I want to cry sometimes, I feel like people do me shady.
So many thoughts go thru my mind all the time at once,
like, what will I do when I leave college? Will I stop smoking blunts?
How will I look when I get older ? I hope justice prevail,
for my cousin Big Maine, 10 straight in jail.
They say your destiny is already set in stone
what am I suppose to do to get ahead, leave my son at home alone
Im from the strrets grown, no ones give me nothing
they don't give you shit for nothing without wanting something.
Family and friends aint family and friends
you see how real ya peoples are when it all come to an end
like god bless the child thats got his own
but what do you do when your fourteen and already living on ya own.
If you are reading my poetry, than your are reading my
personal narrative IT SEEMS
Posted at Sep 21/2004 06:18 PM:
Karen Mak: This is really touching. I like the way you write. You describe the inner most thoughts in a very descriptive way.
