Saturday

Morning

Morning lights her new fire
and it spills
into the crucible of waiting hills.

This bright beacon is pyre
for the night;
shadow’s grieving, day’s delight.

I long to take embers
from this hearth
to replenish my soul’s dearth

for love in troth remembers
flame once burning
to celebrate heart’s turning …

Author: Merle Davis

Forget his name and face

Forget his name and face,
forget his kiss and warm embrace.
Forget the things he used to say,
remember now he's gone away.
Forget the times that went so fast,
forget his love which now has past.
Forget the things he used to do,
remember now he loves her too.
Forget the love that you once shared,
forget the fact that he once cared.
Forget the way he said your name,
remember now things are not the same.
Forget the talks that you once had,
forget the thought; it makes you sad.
Forget that you said you would wait,
remember now his love is hate.
Forget him when they play your song,
forget you cried the whole night long.
Forget he said he'll leave you never,
remember now he's gone forever

A heart is not a playing thing

A heart is not a play thing,
a heart is not a toy,
but if you want it broken,
Just give it to a boy.
Boys they like to play with things
To see what makes them run,
But when it comes to kissing,
They do it just for fun.
Boys never give their hearts away
They play us girls for fools,
They wait until we give our hearts
And then they play it cool.
You will wonder where he is at night
You will wonder if he’s true,
One moment you will be happy,
One moment you will be blue.
If you get a chance to see him
Your heart begins to dance
Your life revolves around him,
There’s nothing like romance.
And then it starts to happen,
You worry day and night
You see, my friend, you're losing him
It never turns out right.
Boys are great, though immature
The price you pay is high,
He may seem sweet and gorgeous
But remember, he’s a guy.
Don't fall in love with just a boy
That takes a lot of nerve.
You see, my friend, you need a man
To get what you deserve.
So when you think that you're in love,
Be careful if you can
Before you give your heart away
Make sure that he’s a man

I live for dreams

I live for dreams
deep in my heart
they stay
little sparks of golden fire that
warm my soul.
Everytime you pour
water on my sparks,
your creul attempt
does only the opposite.
My dreams grow lighter,
they glow brigher.
You have only rekindled them.
You gave them food,
and now they are growing stronger.
I will not give in
you have only helped me win.
Don't you know?
My dreams are gifts
that can never be taken away.

When I heard you left

when i first heard that you left
i felt the emptyness inside me
breaking my heart..
the pain inside me just hurted
me so much that i fainted
with my love for you all gone..
why`d you have to leave?
i saw all my sorrows
of pain breaking apart
seeing the saddness of my
broken heart that you've broke
even though we didn't know
each other as much
i felt incomplete without you...

how could i tell you how i
feel inside?
should i tell you i love you?
but why tell you that if you don't
feel the same way as i do
for you..?

i'll just have to get over
the fact dat we weren't meant
to be..
so my last few words to you
if we ever meet again is:
goodbye and i'm sorry that
it didn't work out between us.
I'm not sure if you know or not
but i really do love you a lot
you still hold a special place in my heart
and you did right from the start
but when she came along and took your breath away
i was devastated and didn't know what to say
i spend my nights crying, time after time
i spend my days lying, saying im fine
little did you know, my heart was crushed inside
and on that day, a little of me died
but with her, you look so in love
cause you’re an angel, from above

i now have to teach my heart to move on
for you are forever gone
but about one thing i am unsure:
Why can't it be me, and not her?

Easy to learn poem

Close your eyes and go to sleep,
for angels are there for you to keep.
If there are worries, please don't weep.
I'm at the other side, just give me a beep.