I hit the road running
Through the smoke and the dirt,
Wherever I'm going I'm getting there first,
I'm so tired of losing
I need one to cure the hurt..
This is the part I heard you starting to laugh,
As you overtook me by the turn.
You looked round, mocked my frown, your beauty knocked me down..head first
You spun round, I hit the ground, ain't seen anything like you around..since the decade turned
A million red roses just won't do,
A billion I love you's won't surfice,
I'd take the dust from these empty pockets and crumble it all up into a rose golden locket and inside would hide a picture of me and you..
We'll be somewhere in the future on an insignificant Tuesday afternoon,
I'll still be looking into those eyes smiling "here's to looking at you, magnificent" with the same amazement as I did, as you just left the room.
And you've left me a mess of the man I was at five minutes to noon..Man I think need another drink or two..I wonder what I'd say if I ever bump into you again..
Maybe..It's come to my attention recently,
I might only be a human being, This is information, previously unbeknown to me,
So tonight, I hope, I prey, you meet me in a dream, and you get to see just who it is I could be.
Yes tonight I hope we meet inside a dream, and we see just what it is we could be.
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cool poem I love the way you have written this. It is also a fun poem. Enjoyed reading this
Thank you little dove
Entertaining story of the one that got away...... or was she a dream, a dream meant for someone elses head maybe.
The beauty of dream beauties is they fade away into reality before daylight hits their dark side.
There's a poem waiting to be written in the last 4 lines of your comment there dusk :D. I think overall the poem is about not feeling good enough to be with someone.
Ah, self doubt. The enemy of every poet who is beautiful on the inside and confronted with the ugliness of human nature, on the outside.
The dark side i mentioned really concern my own self doubt. In the real world do i really believe myself worthy of such fine idealistic beings.... not on your life, no way.
Entertaining story of the one that got away...... or was she a dream, a dream meant for someone elses head maybe.
The beauty of dream beauties is they fade away into reality before daylight hits their dark side.
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