Getting weathered,
Either into a mountain standing tall,
Or a valley in a crowd of mountains,
Am I the river defining roles,
Or the sea accumulating everything the land throws?

Locketh me up
Throw me in prison:
I'm in love dear sir
Oh didn't I mention?



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication

No one will ever know
How I felt about you
No, no one will ever know
All the Sleepless nights I had
Each tear would fall
Fall like the Niagara Falls
The thought of you
Oh, it hurts me so
If I could see that beautiful light
Shining across your face
Or to feel your lips
One last time
Would be music
To my ears
It was just you and me
Our love was different
I cannot lie
It was just you and me
But now
We are no more
Our time has took its toll


By: ZainaMusic

Puts his pen to paper
For one last goodbye
Will try his best to say it all
In this his final write

He'll address it to his loved ones
And those that know him well
In hopes they'll take it all with ease
Though there's no way to really tell

He's written about the ups and downs
The ins and outs of life
So what is written on this lonely page
Should come as no surprise

He's always felt so out of place
Even in this poets world
At one time was his saving grace
That no writings now can cure

So he puts his pen to paper
His beginning and his end
Never doing him any favors
Both as enemy and friend

All he can think to write
Is I've simply had enough
As his very last line for the very last time
Is written out in poets blood