Never Born Time Again
Killed time, killed, destruction living in your heart
Hmm, why? Hmm. Because you like to be this, like
Yes, yes, you are a dislike, an anti-love, a killer life
Death hugs me, all my hope is fading smoke in the sky
Trampled life, nothing in my cemetery, dried tree leaves
Crunching under your feet, my soul sighing, the last
Last. Last hope flies away. Your love has gone away
Coming in a light storm. Bye. My tears are the raindrops
Oh, oh. Forget it. Forget. Hmm
I am nothing. I just loved you. A fake illusion
Hmm
No more chance. I am a loser
Our lives are lost
Never Born Time Again
Loved you
Demon Vilmos
Love, is not a moderate image to paint !
I have tread a serene parks walk with colourful abundant trees and beauteous scenes
Yet Love :
“let me honour those who favour you their forte”!
Lustful young love and bitterness in sweet red wine
Patience in a white steady car awaiting traffic to mind time
Everything coming together , it is my damn fault you are not mine?
Frantically screaming in the passages of my life
In a motion that is slow they kiss me to complete my life
And touch me I fathom inside me caterpillars turn to butterflies
Tomorrow im in the hue-less shadows of solitude
And love is a ghost
Oh it unremorsefully robs me of hope
On an isolated bench gazing the starry nights
Your identity is a historic illusion of time
Seems love's a very good topic for a poem
People know the subject really well
We all have separate thoughts about love
Those that are obsessed, you can tell
Women as they age can take-it-or-leave-it
With men, it's a real different ball game
From puberty to the age of a centenarian
Their loins are constantly aflame
So how do we solve this obvious disparity
This age old problem that exists
The only time it gets to be a real problem
Is when she says no and he insists
Arguments ensue and nothing gets solved
Both go to sleep feeling angry
We must understand the needs of each other
Been going on for centuries, frankly
This is not exactly your typical love poem
An anti-love poem so to speak
It will never be like a fairy tale happening
It still can bring both to the peak
If I have to watch him from the corner of my eye
That tells me this thing between us is one big lie
Filled with headaches, suspicion and doubt
My hearts in jeopardy, too late I’m already turned out
I wish there were a button to turn off my love
Push him off a cliff with one good shove
Is there some anti-love pill I could take?
So I don’t have to watch every move he makes
Find someone else deserving of my love so dear
Then snap my fingers so he can disappear
I’m so pissed my love is wasted on this guy,
As I watch him hopelessly from the corner of my eye.
To my dearest clown, why do you make me giggle
My life is so sophisticated maybe your demeanor is perfect for me
Oh wicked clown, Do you not feel qualms about your wicked jokes?
The mighty shiny book of jokes has the perfect jokes of laughter to give.
Give me a good to have a grin on my face, why don't you? Make me giggle
Let me explore your sense of humor
Let me explore your intusiziasum
Be the ultimate reason why the sun and the moon from the universe, Be the inspiration humanity needs among our society.
Your personality enlightens my world you're my sunshine.
Tell me something clear joke within those beautiful lips? Please give me a methodical note. Something I can ponder.
Tell me something hilarious, Something spontaneous which gives me an anti-love bug to give me an excellent reason to cherish it on a good note.
Tell me something which causes me to laugh with no remorse.
Something extremely amusing me dearly.
Something which will cost me no dime.
Something which will endorse my day.
To my dear clown. I love your shiny red lips.
They feel kissable and fabulous.
Seems love's a very good topic for a poem
People know the subject really well
We all have separate thoughts about love
Those that are obsessed, you can tell
Women as they age can take-it-or-leave-it
With men, it's a real different ball game
From puberty to the age of a centenarian
Their loins are constantly aflame
So how do we solve this obvious disparity
This age old problem that exists
The only time it gets to be a real problem
Is when she says no and he insists
Arguments ensue and nothing gets solved
Both go to sleep feeling angry
We must understand the needs of the other
Been going on for centuries, frankly
This is not exactly your typical love poem
An anti-love poem so to speak
It will never be like a fairy tale happening
But it still can bring you to the peak
© Jack Ellison 2013
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