Yet another poem that I also use as lyrics - this song has been recorded and has music that goes with it - Aqustic guitar....


Dream is dead

Beleived in the way I felt
But my feelings start to welt
Became weak and so unsure
Nothing left when you ask for more
Promises tatted like our past
If loves not there then hows it 'spossed to last
Painted the picture of perfection
Made fantasy it's protection
Locked away for it all
Stamps and letters, rare visits and calls
On the outside locked in by your walls
(Worst kind of destruction)
The letters stop the dream is dead
can't do what I first said
The brush has fallen and the paint has dried
Can't changed how I feel inside
Can't stick to my guns if their not loaded
Or walk a path... thats corroded
No picture to analize
Nothing to recapture my eyes (only memories of you)
Succedded in re-arranging me a bit
But to a hollow mould (I'll never fit)






Words by gills
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Written on 2006-10-22 at 14:59

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deathsdestiny
im not usually one for rhyming poetry but this i did love.
2006-10-25