Don’t cry Do not water the flowers I will just hit the sack and I will never go back Thy smile shall be ever left unseen But kept with me, Are the memories that we have been Bless me with peace as I rest For I never felt it in my quest Sorry that this has to end Close the door and let me ascend My friend, Let the flowers bend
Don’t cry Do not rage a storm For I’ll be taking steps alone Go yell for the sun’s perfect tone I will leave Please don’t grieve I’ll bring with me the scars you gave Please just lend me one last wave Burn all of my past Leave them all with a blast Please make my path easier Just allow the storm to falter
Don’t cry Do not flood the whole world You may now remove your mask And throw your lies in the dusk I know you wanted this to happen I know you wanted me to go Do not ever regret As you must never forget You knew I couldn’t swim Part the flood into a stream And for the very last time Save those droplets of dime Don’t cry, don’t cry.
To not cry is a blessing and a curse A blessing 'cause it hides your pain A blessing' cause it shields your grief But most of all, it is a curse One that boxes up your emotions One that leaves you defenseless One that denies you allayment to grieve One that let's you seem so strong when you're weak One that leaves devastatingly flustered. The kind of mixed feelings you get from the frozen tears that never falls is one that leaves you overshadowed by darkness.
the acid talk really put me onto you the specifics did it. precision cement. the way you fill the silence, violently **** victim defender. defender of what? if you stuck to one version of your rules you'd hear your disgusting tongue, you would taste what you say and purge
you were in so many places at once you touched the stars. drank in bars. according to your true story account the child soldier. soldiered psych wards. for all that i know, i know no more truth i know, i know, i know i let you in but i can't truly know such an obvious liar nor believe it in my core that you're a friend
what do you want from me? the steel trap that memorized my paychecks what do you want from me? the cancer factory that steals all my class A's what do you want from me? what do you want?
your verse your version infects my art
never have i ever been so tempted to spend money over the internet
much too much too curious
everyone knows one i made a bad habit out of knowing too many
It has been fifteen years Since that dark and gloomy day We as a nation were attacked Nothing but total turmoil in every way Thousands sadly lost their lives There were painful hearts Some people woke up to mass confusion Before their day was about to start This is a moment that we will not forget We will continue on in our lives We cannot hide in the shadows Just move forward towards the light Time will continue to march on In spite of darkness We must lift ourselves upward And make our own sunshine and happiness
When I first learned how to read When I got wounds and bruises When other students bullied me When my friends turned their backs on me When I fell in love and got my first broken heart My birthdays, recognitions, graduations, and family days these are some of the times When I needed a hug, a pat in the back, my Superman, a Doctor, A best friend Someone to say "Congratulations! and i am proud of you." Someone who is my father But you were not even there. It seems like you don't care.
I don't have enough courage to tell this to him so I just wrote a poem for him. I just wanna tell him that all I need is for him to tell me that he loves me and give me a little importance. Is that too much to ask? I love you Pa, but I am hurt.