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Mark Ramon Poem
I am what you call a hopeless
romantic,
But im also a lost lovers cause, my
heart belongs to another
Yet in my head a love triangle starts
to form, the girl I love doesn’t love
me
She holds the heart to another and
mine caged to the floor,
She isn’t afraid to fight for what she
wants, not even when it comes to
leaving another man torn
Trust me she’s happy, as that boy
holds her heart ever so close
Seeing what I shouldn’t I smile as I
wear my blind fold,
Blind to everything around, lifeless
staring into air
My train of thought running so fast,
the second I stop you’ll hear a crash
Derailing my hope, for ever finding a
love so pure & rare
Wishing I could hold the hand of the
lover who stole my flame,
Wish I could change the last days in
which we parted ways,
Realizing now that we can never be
the same
Finally saying it out loud as tears run
down my face
You stole my happiness, as I walked
away that day
But it’s because as of what you said
I guessed I changed,
Now every relationship has just be
the same,
No one can seem to bring back that
flame,
Because a love likes ours comes
once in a lifetime
Well at least it does to me,
But I mean you’re happy with who
your with
I mean I only wrote this as I heard
exchanging “I love you” flow from
each of your lips.
Copyright © Mark Ramon | Year Posted 2013
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Mark Ramon Poem
You mean so much to me, more then you'll ever know.
More then ill ever be able to describe.
But I'll try.
Voice of a angel, touch ever so soft you would think its a feather.
Eyes so beautiful seeing them on a sunset day, medusa stare ever so hypnotizing locking eyes can't look away.
Baby in the tummy, heart just started beating giving me a rush that I really needed.
Love so old I feel defeated.
Even though I do everything for you, I'm looking out for me just keeping a close over view upon you.
How can I fix your life if mine isn't alright, but i don't know where id ever be with out you by my side.
And I thought I'd never know but as of now I'm pushing through.
Now that your gone, I miss you every night.
But I gotta be strong.
Cause if not you'll be gone and ill be with a baby missing its mom.
Copyright © Mark Ramon | Year Posted 2013
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Mark Ramon Poem
Remorse is building up inside of me,
Everyone has to know fairy tales don’t always have happy endings,
Never thought you could try so hard and still fall short,
I’m in need of something to fill this hole in my chest,
It grows bigger,
Moving deeper,
Making me realize that some things can’t ever be achieved or obtained,
I’m gonna bottle up my heart and let it float out in the sea,
Never to be found,
Never to be seen,
No more pain can be caused when it’s somewhere at the bottom of the sea,
I need to face the fact that I’m going to lose everything if I keep on the path of my sanity,
I want to believe that things can only go up for me,
But that’s life,
Your gonna suffer,
Sitting in the corner rocking back and forth,
Head so low you can see caskets from the recently diseased,
It’ll be pouring showers from all the crying that’s going to be happening,
I know life might seem hard sometimes,
And trust me it is,
I know that shotgun looks shiner by the minute,
And trust me it does,
But just bottle up your heart and send it away,
Like I did,
Because no matter what you’re going through,
What might be going through your head right now,
Just isn’t worth it..
Copyright © Mark Ramon | Year Posted 2011
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Mark Ramon Poem
Soul decaying, heart breaking, knees shaking,
And still nothing I can do to make your presence fade,
You’re nowhere in sight yet you still make yourself known,
Now I know the feeling of getting your heart thrown,
Into a dark lifeless pit of tragedy and despair,
Knowing your arms wrapped around the waist of another,
Tares my soul in two,
I’m drowning in my own tears,
And grasping nothing but blood,
I hate seeing my heart cut up and dropped in front of me,
I sit on the floor with my head down,
Rib cage open and arms drenched in red remorse,
And you,
Standing above me with a blank stare and what was my heart,
I’m never waking,
And you’re gone and taking,
What was my heart grasped in your hand and a plane ticket in the other,
Smiling at him starry eyed,
And I’m still waiting to get that heart back,
Hoping it’s from you,
But now I’m hoping it can be from another,
I can’t wait to learn how to finally love you.
Copyright © Mark Ramon | Year Posted 2011
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Mark Ramon Poem
When I wake from my slumber I want you to be the first sight I see,
Being like the sun in the sky; because you’ll always be right above me,
And I, all the star high up in the night sky, I’ll watch you during the night of course,
but in the morning I’d disappear, yet still keeping a close over view,
you are the only girl to find most of the missing pieces of my heart, and the ones you
couldn’t find you filled in with yours but before sowing everything together you embedded
a four letter word inside the pieces of the heart that you were about to give me,
Now honestly the four letter word isn’t just a word, but a way of life that I want to live
with you, the way you made me realize that my life is perfect, but it’s only because
you’re my better half, I don’t want to think were I’d be if I didn’t meet you but I don’t
have to because I met you, and I have you,
You still being the sunshine through the darkest of days and showing me the path to where
you’d be,
You’re so soft and kind hearted, sweet and beautiful, amazing and one of a kind, when you
saw me broken and thrown on the side of the road, and you not being like everyone else
picked me up and kept me even though there was some assemble required, you built be from
scratch, and not in someone else’s image, but in my own, and after you saw me fully fixed
yet still missing some pieces you love me like no other, and kept me even though you had
miles of guys to choose from,
You and me hand in hand, we lived every day like it was our last, you talked about wanting
to grow old together and the idea was perfect, because you’re so amazing,
Then I really woke up, and tragically you were nowhere to be found…
Copyright © Mark Ramon | Year Posted 2010
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