poetry

Dinsdag 12 april 2005

Questions.

Should tears taste sweet instaed of salty,
would we cry more?

Should love be more rewarding, instead of dissapointing,
would we love more?

Should growing old be more pleasant,
would we live longer?

Should we love our children less,
would they become better people?

Should we not ask so many questions,
would we live longer?

Geschreven door la mariposa om 00:00 Reageer op dit bericht

Maandag 11 april 2005

Golden Boy.

My grandson, my golden boy.
Once upon a time he was my pride and joy.

The bearer of my name,
maybe destined to greater fame.

When he sees me, his angel face gets clouded,
his beautiful eyes become shrouded.

What evil deed have I performed?
To be looked upon as a devil scorned.

What's going on in his little mind?
That makes him prefer strangers, instead of his own kind.

Written in a moment of despair, by a loving grandfather.

Geschreven door la mariposa om 19:51 2 reacties Reageer op dit bericht

Maandag 11 april 2005

Knowing.

Stealing each others breath away,
gazing into each other's eyes.

Knowing very well, that without one another,
this dreadful feeling of incompleteness never dies.

This feeling called love forever,
is it a blessing or a dangerous endeavour.

I guess we'll never know,
maybe, just maybe we'll have to undergo.

Geschreven door la mariposa om 00:00 Reageer op dit bericht

Berichten van 11 april 2005 tot 17 april 2005

Questions.

Golden Boy.

Knowing.

Meer van poetry