Hey, I know its mushy...but it is Valentines Day.
Following after shadows
gathering up my dreams
I realize no one will do,
But you
An evening...after midnight
gazing at the stars
I know that your the only one
That can fill my heart
This empty hole inside me
Only you can fill
Make it whole again...
As only you can
No one else in my mind
no one in my heart
Of all the people on the earth
Only you will do
No one else but you
to walk by my side
to travel a lifelong road
with me
If you never come
I'll be left alone
Because no one else but you...
will do
Another spontaneous inspiration from the mind of Chrysler the Great.
poor little upside-down cake...your bottom's on your top.
miðvikudagur, febrúar 14, 2007
laugardagur, febrúar 03, 2007
"The short poem"
There...I finally wrote a short one!
All
A smile, a word
that is all I have of you
All you ever gave me
I need more, but you deny it
Why do you distrust me?
All
A smile, a word
that is all I have of you
All you ever gave me
I need more, but you deny it
Why do you distrust me?
fimmtudagur, febrúar 01, 2007
Mara, Mara
Listing through the reeds
a breeze blows your voice to me
I remember so well when you called
Now I call you from accross the other shore
Mara, Mara, mysterious whisperings
They call to me through the tall grass
But when I come, there is no one
Oh Mara, the face I once saw smile
When you peeked at me and beckoned me to follow
When we ran free through the fields...together
What has happened? I was long away
And now I come back, but you are gone
Mara, Mara, your mem'ry is but a shadow
Your sighing voice haunts me
Have I failed you Mara? Are my Journeyings vain adventures?
Your silhouette wanderes through the forests...Mara, I was not here for you.
Now I must lay me down to weep and mourn
Do you frown on me from above? Does my sorrow make you happy?
Are your listeneing to my laments or is my voice forever muted?
Wrote that just now.
a breeze blows your voice to me
I remember so well when you called
Now I call you from accross the other shore
Mara, Mara, mysterious whisperings
They call to me through the tall grass
But when I come, there is no one
Oh Mara, the face I once saw smile
When you peeked at me and beckoned me to follow
When we ran free through the fields...together
What has happened? I was long away
And now I come back, but you are gone
Mara, Mara, your mem'ry is but a shadow
Your sighing voice haunts me
Have I failed you Mara? Are my Journeyings vain adventures?
Your silhouette wanderes through the forests...Mara, I was not here for you.
Now I must lay me down to weep and mourn
Do you frown on me from above? Does my sorrow make you happy?
Are your listeneing to my laments or is my voice forever muted?
Wrote that just now.
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