Mohamed
03-09-2007, 06:35 PM
One day, I still do remember..
I had sweet feelings, I fell lover,
I drew a plan that looked good on paper,
But in her heart I found nothing but cinder.
It was nothing but a one-sided dream,
That made of me a poet with one theme,
Writing poems repeating a same scream,
Pain and sorrows that in my heart ream!
I can't deny, I still suffer,
Sometimes I hide, to feel better,
Sometimes I feel regret and anger,
But after all I know it doesn't matter.
'Cause I know love is like a prose,
Not a poem ending with a same beautiful rose,
It's a melody nobody knows how to compose,
It's not a thing that we can impose.
Avril 2007
I had sweet feelings, I fell lover,
I drew a plan that looked good on paper,
But in her heart I found nothing but cinder.
It was nothing but a one-sided dream,
That made of me a poet with one theme,
Writing poems repeating a same scream,
Pain and sorrows that in my heart ream!
I can't deny, I still suffer,
Sometimes I hide, to feel better,
Sometimes I feel regret and anger,
But after all I know it doesn't matter.
'Cause I know love is like a prose,
Not a poem ending with a same beautiful rose,
It's a melody nobody knows how to compose,
It's not a thing that we can impose.
Avril 2007