Yes Coolaaron88, the past is so significant, whether it's good or bad!


GASOLINE DREAMS


It's way past bedtime and I'm out here in the cold.
Moonlit memories of a life that's gone old.
The things I can't remember are haunting me downhill.
The things I can't forget are worse, even still.

The past casts it's hazy shadow fast.
Has trespassed the vast depth at last.
I know what happened at that time.
Strange images of incestuous crime.

The garden smells like it did before.
Smell of roses I used to adore.
Later on I was damaged and sore.
Made a vow to avenge for sure.

Gasoline dreams are about to come true.
Set the past on fire like you always do.
Matches are lit, inferno grows wild.
Vindictive smile, that hurt, sorrow child.

You're dreaming a dream, burning in bed.
I held my promise, now you burn instead.
As I leave the grounds of burning past,
I've buried that hurting child, at last.






Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-08-31 at 15:00

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Wow what a title, justed begged to be read. Powerful stuff here, yeah the past is powerful stuff. A good write.
2006-09-01


Zoya Zaidi
When you write about the past,
On my heart is a shadow cast.
Something stirs my soul to core,
And I feel so cold and sore.
What is it my friend in you,
That attracts me to you?
Is it the feeling of that pain,
Which with me also remains?

Love,
Zoya
PS Sorry Dan, the electricity was going and in desparation I quickly clicked, without a second look,above is the corrected version.
Rate: 5
by: Zoya Zaidi 2006-08-31
2006-08-31


Zoya Zaidi
When write about the past,
On my heart a shadow's cast.
Some stirs my soul to core,
Sucddenly, I feel cold and sore.
What is it my friend in you,
That attracts me to you.
Is it the feeling of that pain,
That with also remains?

Love,
Zoya
2006-08-31