It was raining over clouds
I found he is searching to get a shelter He never lost a hope What triggered him to attempt his best As he walked every mile He heard a soul speaking to him Just as he heard, it was me standing in pain He felt we need to move on Irrelevant even if what it may Just as he heard my cries He took a lead to show me a shelter and He left himself alone in rain forever
Carry me through Golden period of love
Feel me so close if so Its more precious moments between us Care you gave me Need you felt for me Desperate our soul for togetherness My only love mine ever This one completes my world Passionately I declare to say I won't get any replacement ever Never ..... As he is ever mine for ever.....
Love can never be replaced, its ever forever for only one
Born into this world, that's filled with color
Hoping just to be kind to one and other A blank canvas, on a artists wall Moulded like a flower, ever so small. Actions you take, steps you make Decisions you've made, due to someone's aid A painting, brushed by the colors all around you All these colors, but which one to choose? Maybe indigo, or teal to be as strong as steel Or sapphire is your style, a black fire that's versatile Turquoise if you're weird, cyan too Ultramarine to be feared, or just an ol midnight blue. All these colors to look up to But in the end, we are all just shades of blue.
Sometimes you wonder if you're significant
After all there is 7 billion of us, how am I any different? Maybe there is someone out there that is just like me Talks like me, walks like me, thinks like me, but isn't me. The ego we have to think we are special A speck of dust made of star stuff on aboard a giant vessel Hurdling through space at magnificent speeds Yet going no where, just staying still it seems The moonlight seems real, the sunlight warm But does it matter? It doesn't mean much after all You start dying the moment you were born Start your journey as a rose just to be a thorn. In a thousand years we'll be long gone maybe what we write here would live on. Ten minutes after this is written, ten days a year or a hundred Would you have been the last person to have read this I wondered. Seems insignificant doesn't it, quite demeaning So enjoy the little things in life, maybe that's what gives us meaning. A nice cup of tea or a good book to read Telling a loved one how much you love them, for that moment would seem insignificant, but to them it would mean everything. ©trevordemello
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