Sunday, November 06, 2005
Some poetry
SOFT TONES
(November 6th, 2005)
How easy the lies come now
The unbiased point of view
How easily the past is forgotten
One that revolved around you
The nights have passed long ago
And here I sit and write
Of a time long since past
Tonight, a cold November night
Why write, you ask, of long ago
For memory, bad as it may be
Still sees what may have been
Memory could never forget thee
Yet, walking from day to day
You never could tell the lie
Dash of hope, no it cannot be
Taken away with a sigh
So tonight I'll sit and write
Of a girl I used to know
As tonight, outside and in my heart
It slowly begins to snow
Never again to speak of her
With soft tones begot of love
Only thoughts alone in nights dark hour
Gentle dreams of my lost dove
Leave me in my winter of discontent
Whos seeds I myself have sown
Now I must face my fear and guilt
And face my future alone
(November 6th, 2005)
How easy the lies come now
The unbiased point of view
How easily the past is forgotten
One that revolved around you
The nights have passed long ago
And here I sit and write
Of a time long since past
Tonight, a cold November night
Why write, you ask, of long ago
For memory, bad as it may be
Still sees what may have been
Memory could never forget thee
Yet, walking from day to day
You never could tell the lie
Dash of hope, no it cannot be
Taken away with a sigh
So tonight I'll sit and write
Of a girl I used to know
As tonight, outside and in my heart
It slowly begins to snow
Never again to speak of her
With soft tones begot of love
Only thoughts alone in nights dark hour
Gentle dreams of my lost dove
Leave me in my winter of discontent
Whos seeds I myself have sown
Now I must face my fear and guilt
And face my future alone
// posted by Dep @ 8:38:00 p.m.
