Take my eyes from their sockets
And squeeze them till there’s no tear left to cry
Take my tongue from my mouth
‘Cause there’s nothing left for me to speak about
Take the skin from my bones
Till all is left is a bloody mess
And then take my दिल from my chest
Take my heart
Rip it out
Shatter it to pieces
And crush it in the ground
‘Cause all the reasons
I have left to stay
Are one द्वारा one
Taken away
Take the spine from my back
‘Cause now there’s no place left for me to go
Take my hands from my arms
‘Cause I have nothing left worth fighting for
Take the skin from my bones
Till all is left is my bare flesh
And then take my दिल from my chest
Take my heart
Rip it out
Shatter it to pieces
And crush it in the ground
‘Cause all the reasons
I have left to stay
Are one द्वारा one
Taken away
Give me eyes to see
Give me words to speak
Give me reason to believe
That there’s beaty within
All of the awful things
I’ve had to live with
Take my heart
Rip it out
Shatter it to pieces
And crush it in the ground
‘Cause all the reasons
I have left to stay
Are one द्वारा one
Taken away
Take my heart
Rip it out
Shatter it to pieces
And crush it in the ground
‘Cause all the reasons
I have left to stay
Are one द्वारा one
Taken away
And squeeze them till there’s no tear left to cry
Take my tongue from my mouth
‘Cause there’s nothing left for me to speak about
Take the skin from my bones
Till all is left is a bloody mess
And then take my दिल from my chest
Take my heart
Rip it out
Shatter it to pieces
And crush it in the ground
‘Cause all the reasons
I have left to stay
Are one द्वारा one
Taken away
Take the spine from my back
‘Cause now there’s no place left for me to go
Take my hands from my arms
‘Cause I have nothing left worth fighting for
Take the skin from my bones
Till all is left is my bare flesh
And then take my दिल from my chest
Take my heart
Rip it out
Shatter it to pieces
And crush it in the ground
‘Cause all the reasons
I have left to stay
Are one द्वारा one
Taken away
Give me eyes to see
Give me words to speak
Give me reason to believe
That there’s beaty within
All of the awful things
I’ve had to live with
Take my heart
Rip it out
Shatter it to pieces
And crush it in the ground
‘Cause all the reasons
I have left to stay
Are one द्वारा one
Taken away
Take my heart
Rip it out
Shatter it to pieces
And crush it in the ground
‘Cause all the reasons
I have left to stay
Are one द्वारा one
Taken away
I wrote this poem, its not very gd, but i wanted some criticism, so i figured...well, here goes
Skeletal Kiss
Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.
Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired द्वारा sightless eye.
Words tainted, द्वारा the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.
Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.
प्यार comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.
Ok, be honest, What do आप guys think?
Skeletal Kiss
Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.
Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired द्वारा sightless eye.
Words tainted, द्वारा the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.
Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.
प्यार comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.
Ok, be honest, What do आप guys think?
Hi everyone this is a poem I wrote the other day, I think it's supposed to have some hidden meaning, like, आप know, money can't buy happiness and if आप try to buy it your being ripped off... या something... To be honest I don't really remember what I was thinking when I wrote it. Anyways, what do आप think?
A Bag Of Happiness
I skip on down to the market,
With my pocket full of of magic beans,
I hand them to the vendor,
“A bag of happiness, please.”
He passes me over a drawstring bag,
Made of velvet, inky black,
I thank him with a friendly smile,
He smiles eerily back.
I hurry घर and pull the string,
Glad nobody was near,
But my face fell as I looked inside,
The little bag was bare.
A Bag Of Happiness
I skip on down to the market,
With my pocket full of of magic beans,
I hand them to the vendor,
“A bag of happiness, please.”
He passes me over a drawstring bag,
Made of velvet, inky black,
I thank him with a friendly smile,
He smiles eerily back.
I hurry घर and pull the string,
Glad nobody was near,
But my face fell as I looked inside,
The little bag was bare.
A little motavational poem I found link. Enjoy. ;P
At age 4, success is...not peeing in your pants.
___At age 12, success is...having friends.
____At age 16, success is...having a driver's license.
_______At age 20, success is...having sex.
________At age 35, success is...having money.
________At age 50, success is...having money.
_______At age 60, success is...having sex.
_____At age 70, success is...having a driver's license.
___At age 75, success is...having friends.
At age 90, success is...not peeing in your pants.
At age 4, success is...not peeing in your pants.
___At age 12, success is...having friends.
____At age 16, success is...having a driver's license.
_______At age 20, success is...having sex.
________At age 35, success is...having money.
________At age 50, success is...having money.
_______At age 60, success is...having sex.
_____At age 70, success is...having a driver's license.
___At age 75, success is...having friends.
At age 90, success is...not peeing in your pants.
