Just a poem
When I was thinking to change
From good to bad
And bad to worse
Walking so alone
Staring at the moon
Shadows were back of me
When I turned there was no one
Silently thinking and walking
What I'm going to do is it right
When I already know it is wrong
When I also know before I wasn't like that
A simple, honest and truthful girl I was
A girl who never dare to lie
If she would, she would cry
Until all the leaves would dry
Remembering the way I was
That moment I changed my mind
Hearing the claps which were given to me
Bravos and hugs which I felt deep in my bones
Kisses on my dimple cheeks
Sweet words hearing in my ears
The light surrounding me
I believed the Angels were with me
Because who can call my name
When I was thinking to change
From good to bad
And bad to worse
Walking so alone
Staring at the moon
Shadows were back of me
When I turned there was no one
It wasn't a dream
Who could call my name?
What I felt and believed
The Angels called my name
Poetry by Zainab
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Written on 2006-09-26 at 10:31
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Who called my name
Who called my name?When I was thinking to change
From good to bad
And bad to worse
Walking so alone
Staring at the moon
Shadows were back of me
When I turned there was no one
Silently thinking and walking
What I'm going to do is it right
When I already know it is wrong
When I also know before I wasn't like that
A simple, honest and truthful girl I was
A girl who never dare to lie
If she would, she would cry
Until all the leaves would dry
Remembering the way I was
That moment I changed my mind
Hearing the claps which were given to me
Bravos and hugs which I felt deep in my bones
Kisses on my dimple cheeks
Sweet words hearing in my ears
The light surrounding me
I believed the Angels were with me
Because who can call my name
When I was thinking to change
From good to bad
And bad to worse
Walking so alone
Staring at the moon
Shadows were back of me
When I turned there was no one
It wasn't a dream
Who could call my name?
What I felt and believed
The Angels called my name
Poetry by Zainab
Read 707 times
Written on 2006-09-26 at 10:31
Tags Imagination
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