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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
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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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Am I Worthy?
Am I Worthy?
Maybe I don't deserve all the views and the comments.
Maybe there are better writers out there that deserve acknowledgment.
Maybe I am not worthy of any recognition and attention.
Personally I don't think my work is even worth mentioning.
Maybe my words wont amount to anything substantial.
Maybe I wont make it in terms of a financial,
Atonement but can we just think for one moment
That maybe I write to express my thoughts on a page.
To release all the feelings held hostage in this mortal cage.
Maybe others can relate and reciprocate my words.
And to you this notion may seem insulting and absurd.
But all these fa
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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.
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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 !