Just recently have I discovered that writing poetry allows one to express oneself far more completely than most other means of self-expression. Not that this is my goal... But it's interesting to observe how feelings shape themselves into words... Really all you have to do is stay back and try not to interfere! :)
*** My love is nothing but a sham, Can't help it, that is what I am, I didn't lie, but couldn't hide From all this pain I felt inside. I never lied, but my eyes did, So did my heart, and did it bleed when love was gone. The moon was shining ever since, the stars were bright, all was at peace, when love was gone. So here I am, all but a sham, Again, this is just what I am. This is my way, the way to be, the way to love, and die for thee. *** Love's nothing but a naughty child, it cries out loud at dead of night, it screams and kicks and won't come round nor let you sleep, but let you down. But when you're ready for the game, it slips away, it won't play, as innocent as a newly-born it's like a rose without a thorn. Just show it you're out to play, it'll laugh at you and run away, it'll have you cry all through the day, you'll never have it your own way. So pale with just the lightest blush it's creeping in, you hear, but hush! Stand still, and better hold your breath, refrain, don't give it one caress. Just let it vanish in the air, so gently light and oh so fair, like seaside breeze run through your hair... Don't let it see you truly care! *** Don't ask me how I love you. Don't you know? But for this love I'm dead! My grave below the stars is peaceful as a grave can only be -- yet without you, this peace is war to me. My world is dark when my eyes don't see you, with each your smile life starts for me anew... But go if you must, I'll hold you not! I have seen you, that's in itself a lot! What's love? You cannot lock it in a cell, and if we part -- at least let us part well. *** Is this what they all sang about? I mean, is this love? It caught me completely off my guard, Tore me apart... So do you say it is love? I've never felt it before. The whirlpool in my heart, And the stomach sinks so low... And when I just think of it, I cease to be... All upside down, the pulsing beat In my ears; and my eyes don't see! So you think it is love, Oh dear! Now is it for real? I couldn't sleep again last night, And I've skipped a hundredth meal... But is this what love is all about? I've read in the books That love walks so tall, never cares at all, That love can never fall... *** All I want in this life is to find my true love, Someone to love me if I'm good or bad, Someone to laugh when I'm silly and mad, Someone to care if I catch the cold, Someone to give me a ring of gold. All I need in this life is to be really loved, To know he'll be there when I'm unfair, To know he'll forgive me my lies and believe me again. Someone to love me warts and all, Someone to give me a ring of gold. And my dreams, night and day, are all of just one little thing: I want to be loved, I need to be loved, I long to be loved By someone who's funny and caring and bold, Someone who'll give me a ring of gold.
