Nisho Olme

I tried to stop the world from laughing
As I failed again
And though the world stopped for a while
I knew I couldn’t win
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It was a thing of beauty
That I put in place of you
A picture of a girl I loved
And wished I really knew
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This'll be the happiest poem,
That I have ever made,
Written in the happiest home,
Where I have ever played.
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Once staring at a shattered mirror,
Two lonely faces did appear,
Two burning scars both shining bright,
That brought no comfort to the night,
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A sadness runs through me
Today as I rhyme,
And its torture defeats
All my notions of time,
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A broken, shattered, lonely girl,
who knows me all too well.
A gloomy smile of limpid pain,
That even I can't quell.
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The ashen skin and long sleeve shirt,
The frown that gives her peace,
The broken home and crippled heart,
The longing for release.
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Happy, Mad, Joyous, Sad,
Turns away when he feels bad;
He can't forget her gentle touch,
Remembering what he had.
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I love the way you make me laugh
And make me smile at you
I love the way you look at me
With eyes so deep and blue
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I stare at the entrance to heaven
And it is you who gazes back
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I met a girl, I loved her so
Her hair was honey, and skin was snow
She made me feel like I was fine
Until my demons killed me…
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For once I’d like to go to bed
And think of something new,
To close my eyes and not be swarmed
By memories of you,
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The happiness I show
Is just a mask to hide my pain
A place where all my sadness hides
Like teardrops in the rain
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Cry me a river so that I may drowned,
And never again shall I have to be found,
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Tonight you said you loved me
As I slowly fell to black
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There once was a soldier,
There once was a lass,
There once was a girl with a heart made of glass.
Along came a bullet,
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I’ve never really noticed,
How I smile when I’m with you;
Nor have I ever pondered,
What it is, to me, you do.
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The way you steal my every thought
And center it on you;
Betrays the humble pretense
Of the girl I thought I knew.
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It’s in the way you never care
And permeates the smile you wear
It’s buried in your chestnut hair
And showers you like rain.
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I know a girl, a little rose,
That cries alone and no one knows,
She dies alone inside her room,
While I pray for my rose to bloom.
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