My first poem ever. It is not that good, but it was the beginning of my writing, and I keep it to remember that I started writing on the bus home from school one really bad day, and it made me feel better about myself.
Look into my eyes,
what do you see?
Nothing but lies,
nothing of me!
The sun don't shine,
and birds don't sing.
My heart aint mine,
I don't own a thing!
He stole my life.
He tok away my dreams.
I gave him the knife,
nothing is as it seams.
Moon don't glow,
Inside I'm dead,
It's all a show,
something you read.
Where tears soak the grown,
you can see me standing alone.
Don't push me down!
I know the way on my own.
All that is,
Stolen by kiss.
Poetry by Dilla
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Written on 2005-09-04 at 00:03
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The Nightrose
Look into my eyes,
what do you see?
Nothing but lies,
nothing of me!
The sun don't shine,
and birds don't sing.
My heart aint mine,
I don't own a thing!
He stole my life.
He tok away my dreams.
I gave him the knife,
nothing is as it seams.
Moon don't glow,
Inside I'm dead,
It's all a show,
something you read.
Where tears soak the grown,
you can see me standing alone.
Don't push me down!
I know the way on my own.
All that is,
Stolen by kiss.
Poetry by Dilla
Read 752 times
Written on 2005-09-04 at 00:03
Tags Sadness 
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