If You Let Me StayCause I’ve paid my dues in loveWell, I’ve made time to make myself understoodAnd I’ve made times hard, and I’ve paid those dues, I’ve made it harder nowBut I’ve made time to make up now, when I had that feelingYou knew the times, you could always use a little romanceI’ve made time to make up now, and I’ve made times...
And you’re always gonna be my girlSo come to meI can see you clearly, it’s safe and civilSo save me, don’t worry, I swear I can read your mindI’ve been thinking about it, and I’m gonna put it all on the lineI can see you clearlyI know you think that I’m bad, but I can’t deny thatAll I really want is just a girlSome...
And I don’t think that I can breatheNow I know that I don’t want to be alone‘Cause that ain’t gonna do you any goodI don’t want to be aloneAin’t gonna do you any goodOh, my love, can you feel it?I just want to kiss you (oh can’t you see?) There’s a fire starting on the other side of townI can hear you calling quit...
Don’t let me get lost in this crazyAll around meChaos all around meYou’re spinning me aroundIn and out ofAll around meChaos all around meIf you think I’m losing sleepI think you’re losing meI’ve been wrong before and I can’t deny the thingsI’ve doneBut these feelings have made me bold and bolderThan I’ve known these things beforeI’ve come a long, long wayThese are the things...
Lonely child,The world will be made for its peopleYou’ll be the world’s, so much, so much tallerBut you’ll be alone, no, you’ll not be part of thisLonely child,Will you be happy, do you want to playWith your crazy demons on, yeahAnd not to start again like you did when you started this game, yeahCause then you’ll be, will be, do you want toChange the...
The days are getting shorter. And colder. The nights are creeping ever so forward. Here are three poems to enjoy with a warm cup of hot chocolate and a blanket. Each of these poems follows a basic understanding. There’s no theme connecting them, other than the universal themes that surround all poetry. We’ll Get By deals with disappointment and acceptance. What Is It All...
How does it feel right now to be a lover in darknessWith no light,Of falling in love with a darkness without a light.For as the sinner knowsThat I am lonely,No other will play my lonely part.For the sinner seesThat I am lonely,No other will play my lonely part.Oh, how it must be,Lying beside you.Oh, how it must be.Sleep little by little.I have dreamed far...
It’s just what I neededI found somebody to help me outSomeone to help me outI need some comfortYes, I doSo I can feel all rightI want the world to knowI need some room to move aheadTo turn this into my own little demonI wanted some funTo play the game I lovedI got tired of runningThe danger of too much informationEverybody knows that too much...
This poem is a fun one. It’s more about the rhythm and cadence and less about the words. I originally envisioned it as part of a slam poetry reading event, but settled on just writing it down. It’s all part of understanding your poetry. Gimme some goldNow we got gold and pearlsGimme gold and silverGimme all the wayNo we got gold and pearlsI said...
Is there anybody that loves this girl?Who knows where she’s been?What will she be after?Someone to give a bow toWhen we all get a bow?This is her lifeShe doesn’t love to see him everywhereHe likes to be next to herHe talks to herShe’s happy when he’s not aroundShe’s in love to see him every nightAnd when she’s blue, it’s a deep blue seaWhen he’s...
I got it all figured out, figured outWhen I get it I am all alone and I gotta feel it in the airI’m looking for someoneWe’ve been stuck trying to tell the worldBritney cried I get so downheartedYou look like heaven sentI got to feel it in the airI’m still in love with youYou look like heaven sentYou turn me hard when in you’re...
You love me, girlAnd no matter what you go and doMy boy don’t love meI can tell, girlYou’re the oneI’m the one who likes to playNever stopSee, girl, boyI can tell, girlYou make my boy love meI can tell, girlYou make my boy love meAnd I don’t want to knowYou can’t tell meThat things ain’t the sameYou can’t tell meYou’re anything but perfect to...
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