Return the sunset of my dismay
For the fate I've tried to push away
Many attempts to get a glimpse
Yet we're stuck beneath the leaves
We awaken to the cry or mourning doves
We dance to memories we used to love
A neverending ceremony
For we the lost and gracious abnormality
Born from the green of the trees
Let us be free
And see the light of the Gods awaiting above
To you, the precious melody of my dreams
Was the vibrant sound of your screams
That acknowledged the tribes schemes
In attempt to avoid such thieves
You were contained with it's disease
Clock strikes 12
Your photo stayed on my shelf
Clock strikes 5
I cared for whoever caused your demise
Clock strikes 8
Another day we didn't see the sky today
They're growing restless
When the night is covered in darkness
We aren't responsible for this mess
If not, then why be stuck in so much stress
And be cause of redness
Down beneath the trees
Even if you can't see
I don't understand your way of expressing distress
YOU ARE READING
Poems to forget the first... And the last
PoetryJust poems since I have nothing better to do. However, some of these will involve a bit of depression and probably gore along with heart break... Or one sided love. enjoy...
