I am a loner
Stranded in the desert, longing for compassion
My days shattered when you're not present
My raving splash as rainfall drops
Grasp this small heart and count its beats
And you'll know how much my desire for you is
Cause words don't explain what this feeling inside
Neither do lines figured over centuries I live in world of fantasy
When every breathless creature is alive
And all lies taste sweeter than sugar
Kiss me and whisper what you believe in
Touch me and feel the bitterness within
All glow and obsession never die, 'cause you o my spirit
Only dreams I have of you, the sweetest thing above all
A faith one day my passion and wish turn real
My life in wilderness, yearning for a drop your affection
Seasons may change, time can go by, but my love will stay
Don't ask what these feelings are for, since eternity mean forever
by BJ Cell
Copyright ©2007 BJ Cell
Click Here to Rate My Poem
Pages
Vadis Channels News and Works | Music | Movies | Cars and Bikes | Gadgets | Properties | Pets | Cyber Shop | Evernade Saga | Martial World
Friday, March 16, 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Popular Posts
-
Hey w, Welcome to Flixster! In case you forget, your login information is below. But first, 3 quick tips for exploring the site.....
-
omg! this timed drift race is so cool! gotta save it! gotta! -- Posted By vadis to vadisworld - my way, my world at 12/13/2007 03:24:0...
-
This is for two weeks' worth of posts! Your Vampire Name Is... Zeus of Evil What's Your Vampire Name? You Will Die at Age 79 You...
-
Beowulf Legendopedia From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Jump to: navigation , search This article is about the epic poem. For the...
-
Saint Seiya Asgard episode 1 (ep 74) (episode 2 is episode 75 - look in other versions) episode 3 -- Posted By vadis to The Fantasy World...
-
Sylvester Stallone (the Contender) Here's our movie hero, Sly in the Contender T-shirt while he's hosting the show. After hosting, ...
-
CHAPTER XIII. (CONT'D) To which our Don Quixote made answer, "Sir, one solitary swallow does not make summer; moreover, I know that...
-
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital. It was sent by a doctor - * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ...
-
CHAPTER XIII. (CONT'D) "This is the place," answered Ambrosia "for in it many a time did my poor friend tell me the story...
too many heartaches in the loneliness...
ReplyDelete