Hide, and I shall seek.

Where were you when i bled to death?
And left this world, this place?
Where were you when i killed myself,
when i set myself ablaze?

So you think i'll forgive you,
one day may be i will.
And did you know,
that day will come,
the day your life will spill.

Run and hide my sweet lost love,
or it might get too late, dont look this side,
you'll loose your ride,
just learn to face this fate.

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FOREVER A RAINBOW...

Forever a rainbow is hard to find,
one lost all colors now,
she saw through the rain,
her eyes did pain,
the rain it rained...
her tears.

she knew it was killing her,
her soul had ailed for peace,
she then found death,
a one last breath
heaven at last, with ease.

forever the rainbow,
the faded one,
amidst dark clouds,
diffused.
love was blind, he couldn't see...
her love is dead, refused.
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Still Waiting...

i am not your friend, my love
i know i cant be one
why cant i just tell you that
somethings cant be undone

i dont have the guts, my love
to tell u all i feel
i talk to you the whole day-but
some wounds just dont heal

i feel so hard inside, my love
i sit all day and dream
how life would be if you were mine
i just want to scream

i do know that love is blind, my love
is it the reason why
the friend in you, the friend in me
just seem, a dirty lie

i know this cant be, my love
why dont you just think
of things we talked and talked all day
of things that let me sink

i dont understand, my love
is it so hard to talk
so much we did, so much we hid
we just move on and walk

i will for sure wait, my love
till you feel the same
my heart is where you go, my love
it wont take a blame.
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One of the very first poems I wrote, back in school :)

i cry
cos the world let me too
there seems to be noone to
jus' sits by ma side and tell me who
is causing all the things i do

i laugh
cos the world laughs back
it makes me hide all i lack
it tells me i aint no sack
of things i hope, i dont go crack

i talk
cos the world does share
of things some people jus' dont dare
people warn me as if i care
please walk past if you cant bear

i sing
cos the world's a stage
cos music doesnt need an age
it doesnt need a book, a page
my voice, its free, it is the cage

i think
the wrold is what you r
sometimes its a broken jar
or is just a chocolate bar
to the kid whose playin' with his car..
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