Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
eh-1Poems
How do I say How I feel You're an enigma I can't fiddle In this night Of bewilder How do we know When we're really in love? Sometimes It's really just a tale The idea of love Seems so nice Where we dance along Under the northern lights Eventually the dawn will break And all will come to fade The idea of love is sweet and pure But we forget, the darkness it keeps, demure It's hard to love A girl like you Who builds walls that no one knew I try to enter but to no avail Your walls are hard as steel And after all, I'm just a dill It takes two hands to clap, you'd say But why does it always seem Like a facade The stars continue to shine As brightly as ever for you my shrine You give me some kind of happiness I can't find Yet I know it will end some way This happiness is temporary and forged I'd say I don't even know if it's true Disillusioned and in love Such a thrill People often see The things that are dure And sometimes Not the things that are pure. // Uncertainty creeps up on me I need a sign, to set me free All I'm doing is playing games With my heart and my brain Show me the way That's my plea I hope this illusion Is not just me
0
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
Pure
How do I say How I feel You're an enigma I can't fiddle In this night Of bewilder How do we know When we're really in love? Sometimes It's really just a tale The idea of love Seems so nice Where we dance along Under the northern lights Eventually the dawn will break And all will come to fade The idea of love is sweet and pure But we forget, the darkness it keeps, demure It's hard to love A girl like you Who builds walls that no one knew I try to enter but to no avail Your walls are hard as steel And after all, I'm just a dill It takes two hands to clap, you'd say But why does it always seem Like a facade The stars continue to shine As brightly as ever for you my shrine You give me some kind of happiness I can't find Yet I know it will end some way This happiness is temporary and forged I'd say I don't even know if it's true Disillusioned and in love Such a thrill People often see The things that are dure And sometimes Not the things that are pure. // Uncertainty creeps up on me I need a sign, to set me free All I'm doing is playing games With my heart and my brain Show me the way That's my plea I hope this illusion Is not just me
Written by
eh-1
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem