To hop, to jump, to skip to leap.
Through the trees the wind will sweep.
Slight cold breeze through your hair.
Holding hands with one with care.
...
The love you gave is not like the rest
Never first or second best
You push me away by acts
It was obvious look at the facts
...
Since when did life become easy?
When did we wake up and say everything's O.K.?
I think I'm still asleep.
...
There was a cat.
The cat was quite fat.
O' how it would react.
To get hit with a bat.
...
He is always there to offer a hand.
His love last a whole life span.
He is on thoughts like it or not.
To your knees you are brought.
...
It's strange when you have to lie.
It's strange when you see someone die.
It's strange when it's your fault.
...
The hurt I can't forget.
The words that you regret.
The pain is everlasting unlike you.
...
How could you lie?
Why would you deny?
That i was your own daughter.
...
Confusion is surrounding as air is to life.
Eyes shut, ears covered, mouth closed.
Not a word to be said.
...
The day is done, the night is dark
Earth is silent, no cry of a lark
Trees are still, clouds move fast
Reminding you of an unsettled past
...
Emotions flood my soul as a dam breaks upon tear,
Confusion runs through my mind fast and drunkenly,
Lost is the feeling in which i have achieved,
The mistake was made public by witnesses,
...
Day At The Park
To hop, to jump, to skip to leap.
Through the trees the wind will sweep.
Slight cold breeze through your hair.
Holding hands with one with care.
The glistening glow from ones skin.
The day is good, complete, no sin.
The grass is green with envy of love.
No love is stronger then the love from above.
The stroll comes about day by day.
When the stroll ends what will they say.
Disgard the words, nature will react.
The glow, the green, the wind will be gone.
All will await when the sun goes dawn.
The hop, the leap, the jump, the skip -
all shattered by connection of the hip.
Good poems... a little on the depressing side though: p. I was having such a good day too, then I read these. Im just playin though. Keep writing though, you know, whatever your release is. Sorry about what happened to you before. I really hope your not who I think you are, but if your not then this is a huge coincidence. And Im sorry for causing any additional problems, that is, if you are who I think.