Nothing in the world it seems,
Shatters like a broken dream,
It is the ache behind the mean,
Of shadows silent and unseen,
And in this fortress dream of sorrow,
Exist no dawn and no tomorrow,
Just hours that cut you as they pass,
Like little shards of broken glass,
And yet another and another,
Sometimes the night is meant to suffer,
But look up now and see how far,
They light your way like little stars,
Oh, if I had a star to shine,
For every broken dream of mine,
The whole night sky would turn to day,
And all my troubles melt away.
EYES OF FIRE...
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Hey,this poem is really good...simple yet very effective in potraying the emotions...nice!
i like it very much.... keep on writing
A "Ruchelle original"?
By the way, its good to have incentives. :D
Sadly there is no lady's soccer. :(
nopes...its an "inspired Ruchelle"...! :D
i suck at writing poetry...but like the ones i can understand!
Hey, inspiration is great as well, better than "just for the sake of it". Its annoying.
Could you add me on yahoo? th "comment converstations" are quite difficult to follow.
jaideep_applefreak@yahoo.com.
delete this whether you chose to add me or otherwise as well.
Cheers.
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