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There's no light,
inside this broken heart.
Just a love,
that can never restart.

There's a place,
inside my heart that's hollow.
And it's waiting,
for you to come home.

And I know that you're out there,
somewhere.

Sleepless nights,
in an empty bed.
Thousands of,
thoughts flow through my head.

No escape,
from the pain I feel everyday.
Ever since,
you chose to walk away.

And I know that you're out there,
somewhere.

I'll wait for you forever,
my hearts wide open,
we belong together.

Just don't keep me waiting for long,
I don't even know,
what I did wrong.

Please come home,
come home.

There's no light,
inside this lonely heart.

And I know that you're out there,
somewhere.
And I know that you're out there,
somewhere.
And I know that you're out there...
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
If I keep waiting up,
will you show up,
and give me your love,
mend my broken heart.
I've been waiting out the days,
for you to come home.

It's been years now,
since I last saw,
your gorgeous face,
still hasn't been erased,
from the back of my weary mind,
just come home.

Hour by hour,
day by day,
I sit around,
and I wait.
Please remember me,
if we ever meet again.
I know when it comes to you,
I could never forget,
your beauty.

You just slipped away,
slipped out of my grasp,
into the big red sun,
and it's setting fast.

I still sit outside,
on my front porch,
every single day,
awaiting your return,
back into my heart,
come home.

Hour by hour,
day by day,
I sit around,
and I wait.
Please remember me,
if we ever meet again.
I know when it comes to you,
I could never forget,
your beauty.

No, I could never forget,
your beauty.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
There one was a day,
I didn't feel pain.
There once was a day,
I enjoyed the rain.

There once was a day,
I used to feel.
There once was a day,
you used to steal my heart.

And I don't feel anymore,
and I don't feel anymore,
I don't feel anymore...

There once was a day,
I would run for fun.
There once was a day,
I enjoyed the sun.

The once was a day,
I used to believe.
There once was a day,
you used to complete me.

And I don't feel anymore,
and I don't feel...
And I don't feel anymore,
I no longer believe.

And I don't feel anymore,
and I don't feel...
And I don't feel anymore,
I no longer believe.

I no longer believe.
I no longer believe,
in you.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio - I would just like to thank everyone for helping me get to 40,000 views! it is an honor to be a member of this website, or this art gallery of words. Thank you!
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I believe
             that you believe
                                        that you believe
                       that they believe
                                                   what you believe
                                                         ­       and you believe
                                                  what he believes
                                                        ­                     and he believes
                                                        ­                                   what she believes
                                                        ­        and she believes
                                 what they believe
          so she believes
           what she believes
             and he believes
              what she believes
                 and they believe
                    what he believes
                                                        ­                                      and I can't believe I got a 113 bowling last night.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
The president has arrived,
the creator of our demise.
Signing deals in blood, no, in oil,
all while on enemy soil.

The desert sandstorms do not lie,
they tell us of our future.
A swirling whirlwind disaster,
that will be our future.

The burden of the beast,
is carried by the weak.
No one can escape,
even the simplest fate.

There is no knowing,
just how long we have.
But I can promise you,
we won't be judged on what we had.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Walking along the train tracks,
leaves rustle beneath my feet.
There's no looking back,
I'm moving on.

Earth is a pretty big place,
for two people to meet.
Feels as big as space,
yet somehow, we met.

And somehow, we stayed together,
somehow, we stayed strong.
You promised me forever,
I held on to every word.

But forever didn't last,
didn't last long at all.
Now you're the past,
and I'm moving on.

I may not be strong,
but I'm moving on.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Man searches for the key,
the key to immortality.
There is no key,
for this unbreakable lock.
To open the door,
the door to endless life,
is not possible.
Although,
there is one key.
Death.
Death is the key,
to immortality.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
 May 2012 Wuji
Mark Boucher
Smile.
I miss always being behind one,
But I'm too tempermental by the things you say to me,
There's always another happiness to **** time,
And I'm convinced you can't bite your tongue,
But you just as easily bit mine.

Lay down, think of silly things, and feel seventeen,
Stop moving and don't breathe, it's so serene,
For all we know we were built to last,
But I'm the only one to acknowledge that,
I wouldn't hurt so often if I didn't mean it,
But those words are as tender as the scars on your wrists.

Unpredictable.
You ask, "Will my car drive today?"
My reply, "I don't know. Will my heart die today?"
Rejection
Do you remember when,
everything was new?
You, me, everything,
what wrong could we do?

The golden sun used to shine,
even on the darkest days.
Now that golden sun has set,
far, far away.

And the rivers of love are dried up,
into thin air.
Leaving my heart thirsty, dying,
searching for water to spare.

And the wilderness has burnt,
went up in flames.
As you continued to **** me dry,
played me like a game.

My world is burnt up, dried up, dead,
since you left me,
since you played with my head.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
The degression,
of my progression,
shows I'm suddenly losing steam.

This here disease,
is killing me,
and I can't fight off this cancer.

I am willing,
to fight this killing,
but will power,
ain't enough.

So I'll sit here,
and fight the fear,
of dying,
and of suffering,
through it all.
Suffering,
through it all.

My life bleeds,
as this disease,
slowly eats me whole.

From the inside,
to the outside,
there's no escape from being devoured.

So I'll sit here,
and fight the fear,
of dying,
and of suffering,
through it all.
Suffering,
through it all.

I surrender,
to the illness,
and it takes control.

I'll just lay here,
no longer fear,
dying,
because I'm gone.

Gone.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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