He's like a flower,
so gentle and sensitive.
He needs a light,
he needs a water,he needs a care.
He's so sweet and mysterious,
he never lets anybody close to his minds,
anybody but me.
He gives me a little part of his soul to keep,
to cherish.
And yet,he's so lonely,
trapped inside of his own world,
which no one else understands.
But he sees everything,
he sees the hatred into the eyes
of the people who judge,
people who can not see the failures
of their own.
And yet,he's different,
he feels the weakness of the others,
and it hurts.
He's trying to be a better man,
but arrogant,no.
He doesn’t judge,he’s a listener.
He asks no help from the others
because that's who he is,
a man who lives in his own world,
cold,alone and empty.
His words are like the most beautiful song,
you can feel the depth in that,
his eyes are so bright,
you feel calm while you look into them.
And he's like a poison,won't let you go,
but yet so cold,himself.
You're trying to reach his soul,
but you fail,
he gives you only what you need to see,
but yet the cold guy like he is
long for the deepest love and understanding.
so gentle and sensitive.
He needs a light,
he needs a water,he needs a care.
He's so sweet and mysterious,
he never lets anybody close to his minds,
anybody but me.
He gives me a little part of his soul to keep,
to cherish.
And yet,he's so lonely,
trapped inside of his own world,
which no one else understands.
But he sees everything,
he sees the hatred into the eyes
of the people who judge,
people who can not see the failures
of their own.
And yet,he's different,
he feels the weakness of the others,
and it hurts.
He's trying to be a better man,
but arrogant,no.
He doesn’t judge,he’s a listener.
He asks no help from the others
because that's who he is,
a man who lives in his own world,
cold,alone and empty.
His words are like the most beautiful song,
you can feel the depth in that,
his eyes are so bright,
you feel calm while you look into them.
And he's like a poison,won't let you go,
but yet so cold,himself.
You're trying to reach his soul,
but you fail,
he gives you only what you need to see,
but yet the cold guy like he is
long for the deepest love and understanding.
Another poem by me. This one came out kinda lame,but I'll let the rating be the judge (assuming there will be any).
That Girl
Have you seen that girl,
That goes around here and there?
Nobody knows where she’s going,
Is she even going somewhere?
Pretty face, pretty hair,
Nobody knows her name,
She seems sad, what a coincidence,
I’ve been feeling the same.
She seems lost,
Doesn’t even know where she’s from,
I’m a nice guy so I invite her,
To stay in my home.
She seats in the couch,
My, is she pretty?
I wonder what I can say,
To comfort that girl , so dreamy.
Sarah,
She tells me it’s her name,
She feels sad,
Funny,
Because I’ve been feeling the same
That Girl
Have you seen that girl,
That goes around here and there?
Nobody knows where she’s going,
Is she even going somewhere?
Pretty face, pretty hair,
Nobody knows her name,
She seems sad, what a coincidence,
I’ve been feeling the same.
She seems lost,
Doesn’t even know where she’s from,
I’m a nice guy so I invite her,
To stay in my home.
She seats in the couch,
My, is she pretty?
I wonder what I can say,
To comfort that girl , so dreamy.
Sarah,
She tells me it’s her name,
She feels sad,
Funny,
Because I’ve been feeling the same