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Hard To Dream
The day was over, here comes the night
Light gently disappears from the sky
Which turn black as hours pass
And going cold as midnight wind breezes
Presents the right moment for me
To close my eyes and then sleep
But I still cannot
The memories of my day haunt me
Sometimes they whisper ; but sometimes they scream
Next to my ear, next to my heart
I pray for the morning to come faster
And for the night to leave the world
Because I need to see even small light
To help me not to fall in my dreams
I don't want to close my eyes again
But I want to see a new dawn coming
The day was over, here comes the night
Light gently disappears from the sky
Which turn black as hours pass
And going cold as midnight wind breezes
Presents the right moment for me
To close my eyes and then sleep
But I still cannot
The memories of my day haunt me
Sometimes they whisper ; but sometimes they scream
Next to my ear, next to my heart
I pray for the morning to come faster
And for the night to leave the world
Because I need to see even small light
To help me not to fall in my dreams
I don't want to close my eyes again
But I want to see a new dawn coming
Literature
When love rhymes
You said God made me perfect
The roundness of my hip, the softness of my lip
Gentle is my tip, I take you on every wild trip
So tighten your grip, squeeze me and take a sip
Get on my last ship, it is time to tear and rip
My waves keep slamming your shore
Burning every sense in your core
Your nails on my side, always coming back for more
They take over every land, as we celebrate this war
You said God made me perfect
The size of my breast, where you built your nest
My wild birds on your chest , always flying west
The short breath is your guest, dancing, will never rest
Every touch gives you my best, closer to my final quest
Literature
Poetry
If poetry is art,
shouldn't mine be better?
Shouldn't I be able to show off my artistic genes,
and accomplish my artistic dreams,
and not end up living off of cans of beans,
buying crappy used jeans,
because i'm living beyond my means?
Well, I certainly hope things don't turn out that way.
So I guess i'll make a living off of something with better pay.
I suppose i'd better start to pray,
That I do end up becoming a therapist one day.
At least I hope so.
'Cause this poem sucks.
Literature
I still love you
Though you may have broken my heart,
I still love you.
Though you may have hurt me,
I still love you.
Though I'm angry with you,
I still love you.
With all of my heart.
To me, you're perfect in every way.
Your angelic voice
Your caring nature
Your gorgeous blue eyes
Your sensitivity
Your funny disposition
Your helpfulness
Your scent
Your touch
The way you loved and cared for me
You're amazing.
And yes I am suffering without you,
But it was worth it just to be with you.
You silly foolish boy,
I still love you.
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For sometimes, no matter how hard we try to rest our head and sleep, we just can't do that. Something bothers our mind about our past or our routine in the day. Insomnia is a mystery for anyone who have it.
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And thanks for the faves as well !